VN AfterTaste

College. Have you noticed often colleges have brick courtyards that they call “Red Square?” I don’t know how true this is but it’s true of two large colleges in WA, and one in OR.
In OR I went to a college that did not have a red square. It was a large campus cobbled together from old buildings. Some of the buildings were old enough that they did not have plumbing originally and you could see that the pipes were added in much later in an awkward and ramshackle way. The shiny new, modern building was the business school. It was sparkling and filled with comfy chairs. It is important that those schooled in evil be comfortable.
One old building had no accessible bathrooms one year. Posted on the doors and in the hallways were notices that the bathrooms were off limits because of the occasional occurrence of “homosexual sex” therein. I guess if it had been heterosexual sex bladder relief would have been more forthcoming for occupants of the theater department.

At an earlier college my skills at misdirection were needed one day when a young black man ran by and burst into the nearest building. I recognized him as someone who was commonly around. A few moments later two cops ran up, heaving and out of breath. “Where did he go?” one of them asked me.
I pointed in the wrong direction and they trotted off. No one else around corrected this.

Now, it hadn’t been that long since a cop thought it would liven up his night to aim a gun at my head; and other incidences I was witness and privy to, so; they help create their own working conditions, don’t they?

Once a guy I knew was beaten at a gas station by some thugs with baseball bats. While they were beating him and shouting “Nigger!” the attendant was calling the police. As the sirens could be heard the baseball enthusiasts piled in their vehicle and took off. The cops were there right after and were given a description of the vehicle and the direction. They didn’t think it was an important enough crime to try and go after them. They told the paper as much. The paper ran their reasoning along with an all important allegation that the beaten man had been arrested for shoplifting once when he was about twelve. I guess this was passed along by the police as well, because it’s so pertinent to the event.
In a nutshell, the police and the paper said that he was asking for a beating after all, and boys will be boys.

Once, at about 3AM, when working in a minute mart a man came in and said in a low tone, “You got a lot of black people around these parts?”
“What? You mean in the state?” I asked.
He looked stunned for a minute and then his mind focused and he said, “yeah.”
I said, “I guess that all depends.”
Then he asked me for directions to a place about 15 minutes away.
I gave him very detailed directions. If he followed them to the letter he arrived at his destination about three hours later and after a scenic round trip up and down the river and through two states.
The other attendant came in soon after and was witness to most of my directions. He saw how earnest and detailed my directions were to get to such a nearby town; and thus he stood in wonderment and said nothing.
The lost man thanked me and left.

The Funniest Skinheads in a Small Car Story:
I was driving by a small gas station when I saw three fat skinheads in their jeans-boots-suspenders-shirt uniforms finish fueling up and all pile into their tiny asian-made car, which wobbled unhappily as they did so. They sped away;
Off to build their army of fat white supremacists who drive asian cars and have bad fashion sense.