Sometimes you meet people who get off on the wrong foot with you, and for some reason, you don't have a reason to hate them, but based on a certain aura or vibe they carry, you just can't help but look for a reason to hate them and justify your feelings.

Ever met a guy who you hated with absolute disgust without getting to know him first? Followed by an instinctual and compelling mandate from God to strike him down with hardest, bluntest, nearest object you can find? But you don't do it, you know what you're thinking is wrong, but you're still looking for a reason to hate that guy.

Well, I found my reason.

"I've got four Lexuses back home, but I thought the best thing here was to bring my Honda Civic in case someone was tempted to steal them here," he said to a girl at a party while I was nearby. "I could buy a house here, but I decided that a studio apartment was all I needed."

I talked about my personal problem with this guy with a friend of mine.

"Dude, I don't know what it is. I've never met the guy, but for some reason, I get extremely pissed at him just by looking at him."

"You're talking about Scott?" Sean asked. "Yeah, I've hung out with him a few times. He wasn't a bad guy at first, until you find out he's a liar."

"I think I figured that much out, but I've met plenty of liars, and I just ignored them. This one for some reason gets under my skin."

So I just sat there and talked with Sean about a few other things. He was good for that. He often talked of simple things he enjoyed and simplified often complex problems. People had a hard time approaching him because one eye was permanently dialated due to the fact that he took so many drugs in high school. If it was bright outside, he would cock the eye with pinpoint pupil to see you, whereas in darker settings, he would cock the other eye with dialation to see who he's talking to. This often freaked a lot of people out.

Taking in the scene, I noticed something about Scott as he mingled flauntingly between one set of girls to another. He changed his name... a lot. At one conversation, he was John, then in another, he was Sam. Afterward, he was Brian, then Sean, and at long last...

"Hi, my name is Carl."

What the fuck?!? I found out that he would take on other guys' names in the party. I had no idea why.

'Scott' lived right across the hall from me, and I couldn't sleep. Sean came upstairs for a few beers with me and for some reason, held firecrackers and some bottle rockets. We weren't sleepy, but he decided that he was right there with me.

"Let's throw firecrackers at his door every hour tonight."

"Why?"

"I found out, he's been using other guys's names around here so that when girls talk about what a douche he is, they never use his name, but girls will stay away from the name some other girl will mention."

"I'm not sure his plan is completely flawless, but he's used my name..."

"Remember the girl you were talking to and then she suddenly disappeared after hearing your name?"

"That fucking bastard!"

So all night long, every hour, we would light a firecracker, throw it at 'Scott's' door, then quietly close our door.

He would at first open the door, ask for who's there, then go back inside. Afterward, he would ignore it. Then he would rush out as though to chase the assailant. Then at long last, we taped a list of names he used at that party on his door, placed a bottle rocket with the stick in the lock at the door across from his. Then after lighting the bottle rocket at the firecracker at the same time, we went back inside peering through a window.

The firecracker went off first, and 'Scott' flies out the door to catch the assailant, but instead, his torso was met by a few bottle rockets that sent him flailing back inside for cover. Afterward, he starts yelling outside before he sees the list on his door.

I never heard him use other people's names again.

[Edited on August 10, 2009 at 3:46 AM. Reason : a]

8/10/2009 3:43:50 AM

summary plz

8/10/2009 3:44:14 AM

That is the sum of what happened.

8/10/2009 7:58:21 AM

or not...

8/10/2009 10:56:03 AM

tl;dr

8/10/2009 10:59:06 AM

holy shit, that was not at all worth reading.

8/10/2009 11:10:23 AM

if simonn says it's not worth reading, then by god i'm not going to read it

8/10/2009 11:11:19 AM

Had to get it off my chest

8/10/2009 11:52:53 AM

should've just wrote it down and flushed it

8/10/2009 12:05:17 PM

You mean "written"

8/10/2009 12:32:23 PM

no, i meant wrote

fuck your grammar

[Edited on August 10, 2009 at 12:33 PM. Reason : I TYPE LIKE I TALK, BITCH]

8/10/2009 12:33:35 PM

It's your grammar too

8/10/2009 12:35:32 PM

i'm pretty happy with it

8/10/2009 12:35:55 PM

pretty funny

8/10/2009 12:36:29 PM

That shit true?

8/10/2009 4:03:03 PM

Yes, it's a very true story. I had to get it off my chest. Two years after the event, did the ends justify the means?

8/11/2009 2:33:44 AM

did you know where he parked his civic?

8/11/2009 3:08:00 AM

No, I'm not sure he even really did have a car, he always asked for a ride because his car for whatever reason was always at the shop.

8/11/2009 3:17:49 AM

lol yeah, i should've guessed that

8/11/2009 3:23:14 AM