Everyone has a Dark Side. No matter what they say. Throughout history, we have been bombarded with the message that the Dark Side is to be feared. Well, some of us embrace it. I am such a man. My name is Raphael. Society would call people like myself every name under the sun. Sociopath. Psychopath. Freak. Amoral. Remorseless Individual. Embodiment of the Antisocial Personality Disorder. And you know what? They would be absolutely wrong. I'm very much a social person, and I have a lot of personality. And I love order. See? The scientists are wrong. They almost always are. I call myself a Free Spirit. A man of the world who simply wishes to experience all that life has to offer. Trust me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
The other day, I was on the bus. Just a tall, good-looking young Black man reading a book. There was this obnoxious Black woman who was giving the bus driver a hard time. Now, all the other people on the bus Were trying to avoid the scene. An angry, fat Black chick is a scary thing in urban settings. This woman was not only ugly but she was also fat and obviously didn't know how to dress well. I'm a man with a great sense of fashion and I have very little tolerance for slobs of both sexes. I watched as the ugly fat Black woman went on and on cursing the bus driver. This woman obviously had no Class. You've seen her type before. She is a loser but thinks the world owes her something because she has a pussy. I smiled as she got off. I had originally planned to go on campus and do some work but it looks like I was needed elsewhere. I was going to teach this bitch a lesson.
Now, I despise her kind. It's not because she's Black. I'm a Black man myself and I've known many Black people who are very intelligent and Classy individuals. It's not because she's a woman. I know several highly intelligent, Classy and dignified women. Class has nothing to do with race, gender, sexual orientation or social status. You could be a millionaire and still be trashy. You could also be Harvard-educated and remain a piece of trash. Likewise, a poor farmer could be a Classier man than some rude rich woman you see shopping at the Mall. I despise people who have no Class. They're rude, mean-spirited, obnoxious and have no manners. They've always been very easy to identify. The moment they open their mouths, everyone can tell what they are. I've always despised this breed. And I punish them at every turn.
I followed the rude Black woman as she walked down the streets. When she walked down an alley, I approached her. She turned around and looked at me suspiciously. I smiled at her and told her that I admired her for standing up to the obnoxious bus driver back there. She looked at me and smiled. Could you believe she bought it? She was being rude and obnoxious while the bus driver remained a model of classy gentleman and restrained individual. Yet she felt that she was right. This classless broad obviously seemed to exist in a parallel universe where everything she did was right and anyone who stood up to her was wrong. I smiled. Thank heavens I had come to teach her a lesson.
I told her that I admired a woman who stood up to bad people. She looked at me and told me that she admired handsome men like myself, period. I smiled and looked her up and down. Deep down inside, I felt disgust. Oh, I had nothing against large individuals. I've hooked up with voluptuous women and big handsome men in my days of bisexual experimentation. However, I despised any person, man or woman, who was rude and absolutely classless. I didn't want to go to bed with them. I didn't want to shake their hand. I felt appalled that we breathed the same air. Yet this classless fat broad was looking at me with undisguised lust. She smiled and told me that she didn't think I followed her because I wanted to compliment her. I smiled and asked her to clarify. She went on and told me she thought I wanted a piece of her action, and she was ready to get down. I smiled and nodded. She grinned, and led me deeper into the dark alley.
