MIDGET NIGGER AT A BAR When I was in my 20s I was quite the degenerate. I worked hard and played hard. Always at bars and clubs. Wasting money and poisoning myself. And I swear to all things holy I was a magnet for douchebags coming from out of nowhere to start trouble with me. I’m also a magnet for niggers and non niggers alike to ask me for money at gas stations, but I digress ...... One night I notice this short steroid nigger following me around this bar. I go to the patio, he follows. I go back inside, he follows. I go to the front, he follows. I ask my buddies if they notice and they’re weirded out. I was around 28 at the time. Probably my prime. Just a magnet for weirdos to start shit with me. Well, I finally turn around and confront him. This nigger is probably 5’3” and is juiced to the gills. He puts a mouthpiece in. This nigger picked me out of a crowded bar. Stalked me. Then popped a mouthpiece in. He begins to start mumbling something about how I was the whiteboy who called him a nigger the week before. Just psycho nigger shit. There was no physical altercation. We just decided to leave to the next bar. That’s not the only nigger who’s come up on me out of nowhere and for no reason. I’ll share a gas station story later.