I never understood why he picked on me, and why always the same stuff. 'Your daddy's a dirty gay cocklicker and I guess it runs in the family,' he would sneer at me if he caught me looking at him.
'Bet you'd love to get a go on my big, black beast, you little queer' he would whisper in my ear during class. 'Hey faggot, sucked any cocks lately?' he would say when he shoved past me in the hallway. For some reason, he picked on me particularly. He was black, about six foot five tall and easily able to intimidate anyone. This guy, Danny, was built, with a huge muscular chest. I was below average height and of a slight, skinny build but not remarkably so, with thin, pale blond hair. I was a fairly typical eighteen year old, a little bit awkward and self conscious but no more so than anybody else in school. I never really knew why I had been singled out as a target for bullying, but this one guy in high school just seemed to pick on me all the time.
