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bottled or canned has an immense dose of false courage in it. This guy started feeling
his. He told another funny joke. The word “nigger” came up a half dozen times. Each
time he said it, he‟d look at Rex.
Every time he heard it, Rex would lower his head a bit more. I figured, if this
asshole didn‟t lighten up, he‟d have Rex on the floor pretty damned soon. When Rex did
nothing, that false courage infected the other two guys. For some uncanny reason, all
three of them suddenly remembered a nigger joke, and told it loudly. It got so bad, Rex
started crying. He made no sound, but tears were rolling down his cheeks. The assholes
thought that was even funnier. They‟d come across a great big, huge, sissy nigger, and
they were gonna have themselves some fun.
Personally, I was really disgusted, getting ready to go over there and knock one of
those pricks on his ass. I sure as hell had enough backup if they got the idea of all three
jumping me at the same time. Before I could do anything, one of „em told a new joke.
Practically screamed nigger when he said it. He spoke loud enough a few guys at our
table finally noticed. We all felt sorry as hell for Rex.
“IF” it continued that way, I‟m sure the ending would‟ve been different. The
guys at our table would‟ve most likely either insisted those assholes leave, or beaten the
shit out of „em and tossed „em out. If-dog-rabbit.
One of those morons looked right at Rex and said something nasty. I don‟t recall
the words, but I know the topic. He said something vulgar about Rex‟s dead mother.
Something sexual. All I could think was, Huge mistake, motherfucker! Very huge
mistake!
Everyone at our tables knew it. We wouldn‟t be doing anything to help or defend
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