I was just a White American boy (literally, I was the typical white kid, with blonde hair, pale ass skin, blue eyes, and freckles) living on the western frontier when I stumbled upon some Blacks and Asians. I greeted them with a “Hello fellow Niggers.” The black one with the braids got mad at me. I forgot that we weren’t in the 1600s. She slapped me, and I felt sick. That blackie must have given me Jaylitius. I threw up. They kept being racist to me, by calling me a cracker, pilgrim, vanilla ape, cocaine monkey. I turned into an emo, depressed, goth, Alpha hybrid and started singing “This is my fight song.” Then, I threatened to kill myself.