Another one
I went to a junior high with special programs for kids with mental/physical disabilities, as well as kids with behavioural disorders. One who fell into the latter category we shall call Mike Harboway, as he's a cunt who probably doesn't know how to use the Internet anyway.

One day, we were all outside for phys ed class. At that moment we were standing around in the field, unorganised. I was with my best friend Greg. I turned and saw Mike Harboway behind him, winding up to throw a rock, with a look of pure loathing on his face. The rock hit my best friend in the head. Mike said "I was aiming at a bird." No you fucking weren't.

Another time, I was forced into a group activity with Mike Harboway, as well as Shauna, a class bitch (who later had all her friends turn on her and was chased out of the school for good), and another Mike who was actually more sociopathic than Harboway. Let's call him Mike S as I think that was his last initial. Mike S had a vial of pills he offered to Mike Harboway. "Try them, man. They make me feel good. They make me feel high." Credit to Harboway, he turned them down. "Sorry, I don't know what they are." Shauna took one look at the vial and laughed. "Those are period pills!" (her exact words, so I can only assume what they were.) So this guy was dealing estrogen to his friends. Nice one.

Mike Harboway was pulled from class in December one year. I ran into him a week later in the grocery store and he was quite friendly with me. "I'll be back in class next week, so see you then."

He wasn't back next week. He was gone for most of the rest of the school year. When he returned about five months later, he was about twice as fat as before (used to be skinny) and three times as violent.

The transition into high school didn't go well for Mike Harboway. Where before he impressed people by doing psychotic things (like throwing a banana down a kid's shirt and then mashing it), there was no demand for his brand of shenanigans.

The last time I remember seeing him, he was standing outside the doors in the area where everyone smoked. The bell had just rang and he and I were the only ones left. "Hey man," he called. I said hi and looked impatient. "Check this out," he said, picking a still smouldering cigarette butt off the ground. He put it in his mouth and had a toke. I tried to walk past him. He laughed and dropped the cigarette. "No, just kidding."

You put the cigarette in your mouth and inhaled. That's not joking, that, my friend, is doing. And it's how you'll be remembered.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Tue 23 Jan 2007, 8:05, Reply)