Some time ago, I was entering a coffeeshop here in Los Angeles just as a stark raving lunatic was exiting. I held the door for him, nodded and said, “Good morning.”
This is what he said:
“Get the fuck out my way, faggot-ass white boy."
Which raised three immediate questions:
1: Was I In His Way?
At first glance, clearly not. Not only was I not in his way, b…
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