It's amazing how a homophobe reveals their true identity once they're in a drunken state. It's sarcastic and funny to see. I'm never the type of person to react angrily to situations like that. I find it sarcastic. I had a recent situation and I couldn't wait to laugh when I got home.
I was walking home after shopping at Target to get my favorite big bag of Flamin' Hot Nacho Doritos. Let me stop kidding. I bought three large bags. It's like winning the lottery to find these rare bag of chips. I swear, it's a treasure hunt finding these little or big babies.
The Target I go to is only twenty minutes in walking distance away from me. To some people, it's longer, but I have athletic feet. So I can power walk and move faster than the average person who hasn't developed legs like that growing up. No judgement. I just know I know I can walk faster than the average person.
I arrived at the front of my apartment complex. Sitting outside on the steps was this man who was obviously drunk based on the way he was slinging back and forth like he was ready to fall at any minute. As I was heading towards the door, the only thing on my mind was to ignore him. That was when he showed off his true colors.
I got to the door. That was when he saw me. I took only one glimpse at him to see he was fine. That was when he closed his eyes and said silently "I don't fuck with fags. I don't fuck with homos."
Of course, that was instant shock for me to hear all of that. But he said that homophobic remark, he leaned so far to the right, his head almost landed on my shoes. Luckily, he didn't. A part of me wanted to help him, but after that remark, I wouldn't mind if his head landed on the concrete stairs. If his head hit the ground, opening a hole in his forehead, I didn't give a damn. He showed himself.
I say all of that to say, even though he called me a faggot, this faggot would've helped you because you almost landed on his shoes. But since he said, call and bleed out of your forehead.
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