I am friends with an African-American, if that counts. But, honestly, the initial thrill of living inside of a box with a bunch of black midgets who haven't showered in 3 years would probably wear thin within a decade, or two, and I'd want to move on. Possibly to a bigger box, with bigger midgets. Sadly, I've heard dwarves don't draw in the sympathy change the way that a midget that looks like a person that used to be on TV does. So, my dream stopped there, and I applied for a dishwashing position at some Chinese joint.
Chinese people are usually short, so it's KIND of like working with midgets.
It's the best I can do for now. Every day people write to me and tell me that I should put stuff on paper for a living. Yet, I'm still at a loss. I've been a writer for 20 years, and no one's given me a dime. I've written regularly on this page for three years, but I still haven't seen any pay.