but I had something happen that made mine about come unhinged.
Many moons ago, and I do mean MANY MOONS, when I was a teenager, my sister was dating this guy that everyone thought was kinda weird, but ok…tolerable. We went on several double dates together and pretty soon nobody really paid any attention to his “strangeness”, mild as it seemed.
Anyway, he seemed to really want to be friends with my then-boyfriend. Was always trying to buddy up to him and things like that. One day he invited Bob and me over to his house (my sister wasn’t there at this time) to watch a football game. We agreed, even though Bob wasn’t real keen on him, but hey, he had a color tv, and I didn’t, so we went. (God, stop laughing…not everybody had color tv growing up!)
We get over there, and Weirdo rushes out, just all hopped up and excited we’re even there, practically rolls out a red carpet. He escorts us inside, and we found ourselves suddenly in Southern Hell.
There were enormous posters and pictures of KKK lynchings, and horrible depictions of blacks and Jews being murdered and tortured everywhere, in just about ALL of this house. I mean REAL pictures. Not just cartoons or drawings. The whole damn house was something out of a nightmare. There were KKK outfits lying on a heap on the dining room table, there were stacks and stacks of literature and pictures everywhere. His uncle was there with him and his MOTHER…both just about to bust with pride over this shit. It looked worse than any horror house at any carnival I have ever seen. My boyfriend was completely flipped out, and I thought I was going to have a stroke right there in the living room.
Weirdo then launches into his spiel of trying to CONVERT US. He is talking so frantically that I was convinced he was a lunatic. He sounded almost evangelical, as ridiculous as that may seem. He was almost BEGGING my boyfriend to join the Klan, saying what an asset he’d be to “the cause”, and how much more of a man it would make him, etc. His undcle was backing him up step for step, and his mother was doing her dead-level best to get ME in on this little slice of horror.My stomach was turning. Bob was actually terrified, as well.
Needless to say, as diplomatically as we could,(mainly because we were both afraid this guy would kill us if we acted any more nervous than we were, and he’d shown us several guns, too) we declined the generous offer, and got the fuck out of there. I have never wanted to leap through a plate glass window so bad in my life. We made our way to the car, went straight back to my house, and I never saw him again. Neither did my sister, after my boyfriend threatened to strangle her if she so much as spoke to him again.
My mother didn’t believe us at first. She simply couldn’t believe it. She thought we were high. I wish I HAD been.
The last I heard, Weirdo was killed in a car accident about 12 years ago. And it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.