I went to summer school a few years ago so I could finish taking math a year early. One day, I saw a really really familiar-looking guy chain-smoking at the bus stop, so I went up and started talking to him, figuring I'd work out where I knew him from as we talked. Eventually I remembered that he was a guy I'd gone to elementary school with. I remembered him being a pretty normal kid, if a little strange - he'd come to school one Halloween dressed in a large yellow cardboard box and yellow tights, and when I'd asked him what he was, he gave me the most withering look possible, sighed and said "I'm BUTTER. DUH."
Anyway, when I asked him what he was taking in summer school. he said "Oh, well I got kicked out of school, so I'm just making up the courses I missed." Which, you know, fair enough. The real social ripcord moment came when I asked him what he'd been kicked out for, and he answered "Oh, drugs mostly. And fighting. I get in a lot of fights." He narrowed his eyes and glared at me, and then, very slowly, raised one of his fists up in front of my face. He held it there for like half a minute, and then brought it down to his side, again, very slowly. "I love my fists."
All I could think to say was "Oh, really? That's....awesome."
