[Disgruntled Intern]

One of my best friends in high school was a black/Filipino guy named Anthony. There was this stupid wrestler/jock/retard hick everyone called 'Red' who hated me because his girlfriend gave me a handjob at a football game, so every time he saw me he'd call me a faggot [because that makes sense], which I thought was funny. Anthony thought it was funny as well, and so we'd laugh at Red and make the international sign for jerking off/handjobs at him every time we passed him on campus.

Well Red didn't care for that, so he started calling Anthony a 'stupid nigger' as well. Anthony didn't think this was funny. Neither did I. So one day Red calls us the usual names, and turns his back to get into his locker. Once it was opened, Anthony stepped up behind him and slammed Red's head into the closed locker next to it. Twice. When Red put his hand up, I shoved it into the frame of his open locker and slammed the door on it. A few times. Then Anthony took Red's wallet, which had a decent amount of money in it, and said, "If you're going to call me a nigger, I'm going to act like one."

Red never went to the campus cop, and the people who saw it happen never said a word. They just laughed at him. He avoided us for the rest of our time in high school. I saw him a few years after graduating. Working at a convenience store. Stocking shelves. at three in the morning.

He called me sir.