Holy shit, my IQ is in the genius range. Good to know.
Current mood: annoyed

Well, I've notice that my blogs still get pretty regular views, so I figure I should put something new up here.

I have been thinking a lot about the public school system. I think it ruined me. I have always been a high achiever academically. I have always scored in the 99th percentile on my standardized tests. I have always assumed that's because I read a lot. Well, I just took a couple IQ tests. I scored a 150, 148, and 155. Those are all in the 99th percentile. So my standardized test scores seem to correlate well with my IQ. There was a reason I breezed through school with a 4.0 while my peers struggled to maintain a GPA above 3.0: they weren't my peers.

What got me interested in this was a Time magazine article that I read not long ago called Are We Failing Our Geniuses? It described my entire public school experience. I was never challenged, and that taught me to be lazy. By never giving me schoolwork that was difficult for me, the school system never taught me to work. And now I'm at an internationally renowned university where you had damn well better work hard if you want to make it, no matter who you are, and I don't know how. I kissed my 4.0 goodbye last year. I just haven't been trained to study. My half-assed schoolwork throughout middle and high school and community college always kept me in straight A's. Now I'm at a 3.0. I mean damn!

Why did no one think to skip me a few grades? I was still taking spelling tests in sixth grade. SPELLING TESTS. I was also reading Les Miserable. I did not need to be taking spelling tests at that point in my life. I needed to be taking real literature and writing classes. Why are our schools so hesitant to skip ahead those few students whose intelligence is beyond their chronological age? Why is so much money spent on special education for those who are below average, and so little is spent to train those who are above average? I used to think everyone around me was slow. Now I see that I'm just rather fast.

I think the biggest reason kids like me don't get moved ahead is that parents and educators are afraid of the social consequences of placing someone in an older age group. They want kids to remain with their peers. Well, I don't feel that my age group has ever really been my peer group. I think that's a big reason I had a hard time making friends when I was younger. When I got to high school, my best friends were the upper-classmen I met in my choir class. Now that I'm an "adult" you would think that things would have evened out a bit, but no, not really. I still find myself having better rapport with the graduate students I know than with fellow undergraduates. Don't get me wrong, I definitely have friends my own age and younger. I just generally find a deeper connection with people older than me. Perhaps I'm wrong, but I think it's because we're on a more similar mental plane.

So basically, if a kid is scoring in the 99th percentile in every subject on his or her WASL, skip him up a grade or two! It would be better for him to be getting A's, B's, and the occasional C and actually be learning, than to be breezing through school with a 4.0 and learning nothing. On the other hand, if a kid is truly behind, hold him back a year or two. The embarrassment of being held back should be counteracted by the benefit of not being woefully behind.

Erick - He Who Shall Remain Nameless At His Own Request (HWSRNAHOR)
Current mood: sad
Category: Friends

Comments are now enabled, at the request of HWSRNAHOR.

My best friend in high school was a straight guy named Erick. It was quite new for me. Before him I had never really had a straight male friend. We just kicked it together and it was real cool. He was very smart, and very funny, and had the cutest Mexican accent. He was also really hot, and had a really big dick. So I definitely had a crush on him, but it was pretty much dissolved by the fact that we were just such good friends. I had no need to have anything more with him. We were just buddies.

Then we had a disagreement. I was acting weird one day. I had showered just before lunch, and I had long hair and I didn't want it to dry weird, so I was holding my neck and back REALLY straight at lunch. Some people laughed at me, and they laughed at Erick for sitting with me, so Erick and his new friend Travis (who I didn't like very much) decided that I should be banned from their lunch table for a week. I didn't take very kindly to that at all. When Erick tried to talk to me and hang with me later, I rebuffed him. I said "you can't just be my friend some of the time, you should be my friend all of the time or not at all." After a couple of days of that, Erick got fed up and chose "not at all." We never spoke again.

The argument was so stupid! Why couldn't I have just taken my week of banishment in stride? Why did I get so offended over such stupidity? Why did I drive my best friend away? Why did I have to be right? Why couldn't I have just been wrong?

Ever since then, I have been quick to say I'm sorry. I have been quick to admit my own fault in any disagreement with a friend. I never wanted to lose a friend that way again, over simply not seeing eye to eye. I've also never known how Erick felt in that situation, until now.

It's been so surreal watching my friendship with He Who Shall Remain Nameless At His Own Request (HWSRNAHOR) fall apart over the past month. It's just made me sick. I did what I always do when I argue with a friend. I apologized and was penitent. I let him be right. Then every time I figured we were good, he would get mad again. He would get mad over really ridiculous non-issues. To him I guess our friendship wasn't as important as him being right. I guess he never learned the lesson that Erick taught me.YOUR FRIENDSHIP IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU BEING RIGHT. It's possible to agree to disagree. It's possible to let things slide. It's much more fun to enjoy each other than to spend time being mad.

I tried to make him happy whenever he got pissy at me, but I finally reached my breaking point today. He just kept pushing and pushing. We haven't a had a normal, fun conversation in a month. Every conversation he gets mad and tells me I'm being a childish asshole, when from my perspective I was just talking. Shooting the breeze. And somehow he would read something into what I was saying that wasn't there.

What finally did it today was, apparently, cake. We were texting. He said we needed to talk on the phone soon, but not right then because he was at work. I was like, alright, cool, can't wait. As he has pointed out, I didn't actually text him that. I only thought it in my brain. I didn't think it was that important. We've talked on the phone before, it didn't seem like a big deal, or something I needed to dwell on. The fact that he's writing me messages quibbling about the minute details of this blog shows how terribly petty he is. He reminds me of my mother.

So then I was like hey, I'm having chocolate cake for lunch right now. I made it myself. Apparently I was dodging the issue by talking about cake. Apparently I was patronizing him. Apparently there was some deep meaning that I was supposed to pick up on from "we need to talk later." I didn't get it. If he wanted me to get it, he should have just said it.

So he got mad at me yet again. And today, I was over it. I wasn't going to apologize for being clueless to his feminine mystery. I wasn't going to clarify my entire thought process behind my end of the conversation, as I've done in the past (and as I just did in this blog...). If he wanted to think I was being an asshole when I wasn't, who was I to correct him? So I decided, fuck it, I'll be an asshole. I might as well do what I'm being accused of. It's like when I was fired from Applebee's for stealing tips. I never stole a tip, but after being fired for it I kinda wish that I had.

So I told him off. I patronized him. I was an asshole, via text. And I now know how Erick felt. He just wanted to be my friend. He wanted to chill with me like normal, and I just wouldn't let the stupidity go. HWSRNAHOR doesn't seem to have learned to see the big picture yet, and that whatever the issue is it's just not as important as being friends. He wouldn't let me be his friend anymore, so I'm done trying. I never meant to make him mad, and he's been constantly mad at me for a month. So I just have to let him go. He's not worth the trouble.

I've always regretted losing Erick. I've completely lost contact with him. He moved. I moved. Neither of us knows how to contact the other at this point. I really wish I could talk to him again, though. I wish I could tell him I'm sorry. So HWSRNAHOR, if you're reading this, you're welcome to call. We can never be friends if you're going to be mad at me for not being able to read your mind, but if you want to talk the way we used to, I'm always ready. Always. And I will hold nothing against you. I'm not mad at you. I just can't talk to someone who treats me the way you have been lately. I used to think I could say anything to you. Now I feel like I can't say anything to you, you know? So goodbye for now. I miss the way we used to talk. I'll always be grateful that you let me stay with you, and that you took me out and showed me a good time. You know how much I love you? My myspace password is "(HWSRNAHOR) rocks," with some numbers and special characters thrown in, of course. I miss the HWSRNAHOR I used to know. The pre-March HWSRNAHOR. Laterz.

I'm so sad - Updated
Current mood: sad
Category: Friends

Updated*

I'm so sad right now. I'm fighting with someone I consider a close friend. I don't want to be fighting. I want to forget it and move on. I don't understand why we can't ignore this particular difference of opinion. I want to ignore it. I want to let it go away. It seems to me that he just wants to be right. I'm not sure what he wants me to say, but I think he wants me to say that he's right. While I can see his perspective, I don't think he's right, and he seems to think that that means I don't really see his perspsective. I think that he believes if I really understood his opinion, I would agree with him. He makes me feel like because I don't agree with him he thinks I'm stupid and immature.

Bottom line: he hurt my feelings. While he's concerned with the minutiae of what our disagreement is about, I'm sitting here wishing he would drop it and let it go. It would be fantastic if he would apologize, but I don't even require that. I understand that some people have a lot of pride and are unwilling to apologize if it means implying that they were wrong, so I'm not that broken up if someone doesn't apologize. When we get back to being normal, I take that as apology enough.

He doesn't seem to understand the big picture: our disagreement has moved beyond the things he said that hurt me, and the main thing at this point is that I don't want to hear any more justifications for why he is right. I think a requirement for getting your membership card to adulthood should be knowing when to say you're sorry, and to stop justifying your actions. It's also known as swallowing your pride. No one likes to hear "I'm sorry, BUT..." It doesn't matter what you say after the "but." With that word, you've just negated your apology. You just keep hurting the other party when you say "but."

Isn't this something we learn as children in grade school? At what point do we forget that when you hurt someone's feelings, you say you're sorry?

It's frustrating because I love this man. I want things to be right with him so bad. I say I'm sorry, and he comes back to me with another reason why he's right and I'm wrong for being mad. He says something more about how immature I am because I'm a couple years younger than he is, and I don't have my head on straight, and I make bad choices, and he's justified in not wanting people to know that he knows me because of the image I project. I wish he could really hear himself.

I'm OK with what he thinks. Yes, knowing what he thinks of me has altered our dynamic, and I'm OK with that. I still love him. I don't understand why he is mad. I think I'm the one who should be mad and holding out for an apology, but I just want to be talking to him again. I wish I knew what to say. I wish I knew what he wanted. It's such a mystery. At this point I'm willing to do whatever is necessary. I feel like he wants me to say, "You're right. I'm a slutty ho and you shouldn't let anyone know that we're friends if you value your reputation." But now that I read that in print, I don't think it would be the right thing.

Finally, he will probably read this, and I shudder to think what his reaction will be. He has proven himself totally unpredictable to me lately. Will he never talk to me again? I would be crushed. god, I'm crying. Dear lord, this drama is killing me. I can't think about anything else.

*My friend and I are good now. I'm very glad that we're getting along again. Thank you all for your support.

I may be a racist bastard
Current mood: Naked
Category: Naked Friends

Having been in Seattle for almost three months, I have a confession to make. I have made very few white friends. The rest of my friends? They are black, asian, or latino. They're all ethnicky. Mostly black actually. Most of my hookups have definitely been black.

Lately I've noticed something new and strange about the way I look at people. I've had this preference for black men for five years now, but I lived in Chehalis, where the highest concentration of black people is, sadly, located in the juvenile institution called Green Hill School. Now that I live in the presence of a sizable black population, my preferences have led my actions, and I realized the other night at the club (rPlace) that I don't even see white guys anymore. They're there, of course, but I don't really look at them or notice them. In my mind, they are just filler in between the black guys. Does this make me racist? Or maybe an example of affirmative action?

I recently read about the concept of "in-groups" in my psychology textbook. White people are less likely to pay attention to and differentiate between black people, and vice versa. A Columbian or Cuban or Puerto Rican is likely to be offended if someone calls him a Mexican, but even he is just as unlikely to differentiate between those other Latino groups as a white person. You just pay attention to members of your own in-group more, and members of other groups are likely to "all look the same" to you.

I believe that, in my mind, the blacks, or at least the gay black males, have become my in-group. I pay attention to them, introduce myself to them, and spend time with them. They are really all I see when I'm out at the club. Luckily, a lot of them seem to like me too. I do wonder if I'm able to penetrate their in-group, though. I worry sometimes that they might consider me their token white friend, and not one of their "real" friends. It's really just a passing worry, though, because that's not how it feels.

I've also learned that relationships are much less a matter of chance than I used to think. I used to feel that most of my friendships "just happened." Someone just came along out of the blue and decided to like me, and I liked him or her back. With most of my new Seattle friends being non-white, however, I've realized how much my preferences matter, and how much we really do chose our friends, rather than our friendships being left to chance. With blacks still being quite a minority in Seattle, chance would dictate that most of my friends would be white, but they just aren't.

I still don't have a boyfriend, but that's another blog.

I love you all, not matter your skin tone. REALLY!!!:-)

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Category: Life

So I haven't blogged in forever, and I meant to write something really amazing when I finally got back to it, but I'm standing in the library reading other blogs and realized that I just need to write something. So whatev.

I am thankful for:

*The classes I registered for next quarter. Yes, I will have to be at school at 8:30 every day, but that will get me on a regular schedule. Yes, I will have an hour break in the middle of my classes three days a week, but I'll be able to eat lunch. Yes, my lab on Thursday will keep me at school until 3:30, but... ok, that just sucks.

*The woman who rented her basement to me. Yes, I moved out of the dorms, and had a terrible time finding a place, but this wonderful woman finally rented to me. She's German and works at the UW and shares her kitchen with me, even though I try to use it as little as possible.

*My BlackBerry and the fact that I can go on the internet on it and I have unlimited text messages.

*My friend who is paying me to clean his apartment. No, it's not enough to pay my rent and I still need to get a real job, but every little bit helps.

*My readers. I haven't blogged in over a month, and I've only lost like six subscribers. Way to go guys!

*The fact that I'm a hot twink. I really am, and I take full advantage. I had no idea that my weekends would consist of what they now consist of. For example, I woke up Sunday on a yacht on Lake Union.

*My grades. Although they are much lower than I am used to, they are still above average. Yes, all the stress I've been through this quarter has destroyed any chance I had of getting a 4.0, but I'm certainly not failing anything.

*Myspace bloggers, who are all still here, blogging away, even after two months. That's great.

*My family who always supports me and loves me, even if they never call. hmmmm.....

So I would like to say that, if I get comments, I probably won't be responding any time soon because my internet still isn't set up where I live. I was actually kind of waiting to get that done before I blogged again, but I obviously couldn't resist. So I'm going to post this and get my ass to the gym, because I just started working out again too. Cheers!

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I made it!
Category: School, College, Greek

Well here I am in my dorm room. I would say "tiny" dorm room, except it's about the same size as the room I had in my grandparents house, so how can I complain? The desk really is tiny, though. My monitor takes up half of it.



And yes, I am crazy. I didn't like the camera angle on the first picture I uploaded, so yes, that is the first picture there on the monitor. Of course, the first picture was perfectly fine. My desk back home was huge, by the way. The first thing I noticed when I walked into this room was how necessary a laptop suddenly seemed.

Anyways, I finally got all the carboard boxes out of my room, and now I can walk around. I couldn't find a recycle bin for them, so I just through them in the trash dumpster. I hope no one saw me. This is Seattle, I could very well be crucified for such an offense. I have yet to have a regrettable hookup, but I will be sure to inform you immediately when that happens. There are a lot of gays here. Things are looking up.

I live in the most confusing building ever built - at least among buildings that weren't meant to be confusing. Every hallway looks just about identical, and there are like 16 of them that all meet each other at right angles. It's just insane. Thank god for handwritten signs with arrows posted at most intersections. My building is right on the north end of campus and right next to Greek row, where all the frats are. My room faces Greek row. I have already heard quite a bit of partying going on. I'm like damn, I need to meet some frat brothers!

The heating in this building is provided by radiators. I don't think I've ever actually seen a working radiator in my life. Now I'm depending on one for my heat. Yay. Food here is expensive. I just spent $12 for a meal. I need to be more careful about what I buy and how I ration it. The sandwich I got sure was good, though.

I still know almost no one. I also still don't know my way around here yet. I like new experiences, but I just don't like being uncomfortable like this. Everything is heightened. My mind can't ignore anything because I don't yet know what's important and what isn't. Every minute passes so slowly while I'm still getting used to my surroundings. I hate being unsure of myself. I don't like not knowing where the bathroom is, where the laundry room is, where I go to eat, how to get my phone to work, and whether or not to close the door to the toilet room when I go in there (you don't!). I really don't like not knowing any of the faculty yet. It always seems to take a while to prove myself to my teachers and get them to care about me.

It will be pretty strange to not go to church on Sunday. I don't know if I've ever mentioned the church that I played organ/piano for on Sundays, but they were awesome. I was so loved by that congregation, and I loved them right back. They had a big send-off for me, and gave me a bunch of dark chocolate and money! I hope they find someone else to play for them. I worry about how their services are gonna go now that I'm gone.

And finally, I did not know that I owned soooooo much shit! I packed like six or seven big boxes. I go through my stuff on a regular basis and get rid of everything I haven't used in a month and know I can live without. It was very surprising to start packing and realize how much junk I own. I only took about half of it. I threw some of the other half away and the rest is in storage back home. What I took is truly all stuff that I use! Astounding.

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Yes yes, I do go on about myself, don't I?
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Bed... no, not a dirty blog.

So I made it and my internet works. It's hella late, and I'm hellsa tired, so I'm going to bed.

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See you later...

I'm gonna go cancel my internet connection as soon as I post this. I don't know if it will turn off right away or not, so whatev. I hope that I can get connected quickly and painlessly in my dorm room tomorrow. If not, then that's what's up. bye!
~BJ

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Billy and Lewis: Lewis Leigh
Category: Writing and Poetry

     Lewis headed to the picnic table by the basketball court as he and his friends took a break from the two on two game they were playing. Lewis' partner Andre was getting pissed at him because, while Lewis could run very fast, he couldn't shoot worth a damn and wouldn't pass the ball. Andre headed back with Lavelle to his car to cool off and listen to some music. Lewis' friend Belcher had wisely chosen to play against Lewis, which he knew he enjoyed better than playing on Lewis' side, even if Lewis usually won.
     Travis Belcher was six feet tall, with blue eyes and blonde hair, and the most incredibly perfect, round, perky ass in existence. He ran around with a bunch of black kids, but didn't make the mistake of trying to imitate their "blaccent." He would say certain phrases like, "you better reconize," in his average white boy manner of speaking, making them sound hilarious. He picked up his water bottle and drank some water then poured some over his head as he walked toward Lewis at the table. Then he squirted some water at Lewis before he sat down next to him.
     "Hey nigga," said Lewis nonchalantly, "you know back when you told me to watch out for your boy Billy when he moved onto my block, I just thought you two was homies." Lewis stopped here and waited for a response.
     Belcher looked straight ahead, past the basketball court to the woods beyond. "Good, 'cause we was homies. I just wanted you to make sure no one tried nothin' with him." Belcher turned to look at Lewis and said, "what happened?"
     "Hey what you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I ain't let no one start no shit wit' him, you best believe that," said Lewis, looking Belcher in the face. "You best believe that."
     Belcher looked away again and said, "I heard that you've started some shit with him."
     "Well, yeah," said Lewis, "we're engaged."
     "Yeah that's the talk I've been hearing," said Belcher, "and I'm just saying, why do I have to be hearing this from other people? You can't tell me something like this?"
     "Well, damn, nigga, I ain't been telling folks about that shit. You been hearing that shit from rumors, man, gossip folks is what it is."
     "Lewis, you should tell me these things. We're friends. You're my best friend. And..." Belcher stopped short.
     "What?"
     "I just... Damn, man, I just don't think you should be fucking with Billy."
     "I see. You was fucking with him, weren't you?" Lewis' whole upper body constricted as he said this and his breaths became shallow. His eyes tightened into a scowl. Belcher didn't answer, so Lewis said, "yeah, I heard what went down in y'alls history class, and I know that ain't the only shit you done did. You still fucking with him?"
     "No man," said Belcher through a clenched jaw, "that shit's over between us."
     "But you still after each other, ain't you?" Lewis' voice was filling with sadness.
     "No, it's not like that man," said Belcher earnestly, "you can go ahead and be having people call you Lewis Leigh, I don't care about that shit. That's on you."
     Lewis broke into a grin and the tightness in his chest flew away. "Shut up with that 'Lewis Leigh' shit, nigga, what the fuck is that about?"
     Belcher was laughing now too. "You know everyone has been calling you that for days."
     "I know, I know," said Lewis, "they say it to my fucking face. But you know what? It's all right. It's cool. I'm a go ahead and be Lewis Leigh. I like that."
     "Damn homie, you are one dick whipped nigger," said Belcher loudly, emphasizing the 'er' of 'nigger.' He slapped Lewis on the chest, then backed quickly out of Lewis' reach, but Lewis got him back a second later, and they soon returned to their basketball game with Andre and Lavelle.

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Billy and Lewis: Classroom video
Category: Writing and Poetry

     The lights in Billy and Lewis' history classroom were turned out for the movie that the teacher, Ms. Bradley, was showing, Independence Day. Billy told Lewis that she was a horrible history teacher. Lewis told Billy that he loved seeing a movie every Friday, because that meant they could get closer in the darkened classroom. All the students moved their desks closer to the TV, while Billy and Lewis primarily concerned themselves with moving their desks closer to each other, Billy on Lewis' left and Lewis on Billy's right.
     "Come on baby, move a little closer this way," said Lewis.
     "Why?" said Billy, looking a tad nervous, "what do you wanna do?"
     "Nothin', boo, nothin'. Just whatever, you know, maybe give you a little kiss with the lights off." Lewis made his little pursed lips/scrunched nose grin.
     Billy smiled and looked down, saying, "we are in a room full of people."
     "I know, it's OK, though, they don't care."
     "Ok, but I'm not getting in trouble, OK?" Billy looked at Lewis' eyes, and Lewis responded with a rakish smile and scooted his desk a few inches closer to Billy's.
     The movie started and Lewis reached out and ran his left hand along Billy's arm. Billy drew back slightly and glanced at Ms. Bradley sitting at her desk. He also took a swift look around at the students sitting closest to him, then turned his head to look at the open door of the classroom.
     "Come here," said Lewis in a soft, breathy, low growl. Billy looked up at him with his chin tucked demurely behind his shoulder, then straightened his neck up and leaned his body toward Lewis. Billy reached out and grabbed Lewis' waiting hand. Billy glanced around the room again. No one seemed to notice that they were holding hands. Then Lewis leaned in and turned Billy's head towards his with his free hand. They kissed. Lewis breathed deeply, taking in Billy's scent. Billy couldn't stand it for very long. He pulled away and looked around the room once again. Lewis licked his lips and backed off with a slight scowl on his face.
     Billy saw that his friend Amy was smirking and looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She had obviously seen the kiss. Billy's heart beat faster. He looked Lewis in the eyes, then frowned and sat and thought for a moment. Lewis studied Billy's face, waiting for some signal of how to proceed. Billy finally released Lewis' hand and ran his own hand along Lewis' thigh. He moved his hand up to Lewis' belly and spent some time feeling his rippling abs. Then he guided Lewis' hand to his own leg.
     Lewis didn't need much encouragement. He rubbed his hand all over Billy's thigh, then moved back to his ass, and then he made his way to Billy's crotch. Billy had been somewhat aroused already, but Lewis soon had him fully erect down his pantleg. After several minutes, Lewis tried to pull his hand away, and Billy grabbed Lewis' hand and put it right back on his penis.
     Billy finally came in his pants and moved Lewis' hand away. Lewis was turned toward Billy by this point, and Billy reached over and gripped Lewis' erect penis over his pants. Billy struggled with the awkward angle for a few seconds, then gave it up and rubbed Lewis' thigh and belly for a little bit before finally holding Lewis' hand again.
     When the movie was turned off and the lights turned on at the end of the class period, Billy drew Lewis' attention tot he wet spot on his pantleg.
     "Damn, boo, why you nut in your pants, huh? Why you nut in your pants?" Lewis was grinning and and giggling, covering his mouth with his fist.
     "You're just good at what you do, boy." said Billy with a smile. "That was pretty hot."
     "Damn, I didn't know you bust a nut in there. That's crazy."
     "Really? You didn't feel it?" asked Billy.
     "Nah, man, I can't believe you nut in your pants. You better hide that shit. That shit is hella obvious. Damn!"
     Billy realized that Lewis was right. He would have to carry his backpack in front.
     Billy soon noticed some very obvious smiles and snickers pointed in his and Lewis' direction by their classmates. Amy was smirking and shaking her head. A guy named Chris made a fucking motion with his hips and laughed.
     Then another guy named Ray said, "damn boy, just like you and Belcher."
     Billy blushed. Lewis looked at Ray, then at Billy, then back at Ray and said, "hey, what you mean, nigga?"
     "I mean that shit was just like the shit dude was doing with Belcher just a while back man. Sick shit." Ray shook his head and headed for the door.
     Lewis moved his desk back to its original position. Billy walked out of the classroom without looking back. He was well down the hallway toward his next class when Lewis caught up with him.
     "That nigga was saying you did something with Belcher," he said.
     "Yeah," said Billy.
     "Well, is that shit true?"
     "Yeah, it is. God, it was even the same class and the same kind of thing."
     "He made you nut in your pants?" Lewis asked.
     "No, actually, I jacked him off. It was months ago, last semester before you were in that class, and before he was out of it, you know? Long time ago."
     "Nah, boo, it's cool," said Lewis, "I don't care. It's all right. Whatever."

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