He wondered why he had such a bad foot odor

This story took place my freshman year at Livingstone College. Let me first say that this is one of those times when your parents advise you to be careful about the company you keep, yet you are too young to discern people’s true character yet “too old” to heed anyone’s advice since you are an adult LOL!

A former friend of mine whom I’ll call Ross was stranded in North Carolina with no way of getting home to Ohio for his Thanksgiving Break. Although Ross and I were associates who knew some of the same people, we were never the best of friends.

However, when he said he had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving, I tried to do the brotherly thing, and since I knew him, I invited him to share Thanksgiving with my family.

Well...Let’s just say that he was much more of an a**hole than I could have ever imagined.

First, we were on our way to put our bags in my grandmother’s car when he overheard me telling my grandparents that I loved Livingstone. Of course I hated this place, but with me being so far away, I simply decided that I didn’t want them to worry about me. So he took the liberty of calling me a liar in front of my grandparents and even had the audacity to tell them everything that I had confided to my girlfriend back home about the “Harvard” of the south (This was supposed to be a private phone call I made to her, but he had been standing in the hallway listening to my whole conversation at my dorm door.)

Fast forward. Thanksgiving Day got here and we were in my grandmother’s house, it was my brother, sister, Ross, my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

I went to eat in the den in the back and he went back there with my other cousins and I who were my age. Immediately he begins talking about me and putting me on the spot about everything things he had overheard me telling my girlfriend, the clothes and shoes I wore, my personality and he even made things up.

There was a long laughter in the room, the only person not laughing of course was me. I got up and left. He comes up to me after everyone leaves and wants to say “Oh I was just playing.” I started to knock him in his head right then and there.

To make matters worse, he took advantage of my 14-year-old sister while everyone was sleep (although she consented) which really torked me off because she was just a child and he was 21.

Then...when we got back to college, he stayed at my dorm because he lived on the other side of town and he simply went and stole my roommate’s cordless phone (which at first I couldn’t prove so I paid for it, but when I saw it in his room I simply took it back and slipped it in my pocket).

Well, after all this, it was easy to see why I was so spiteful toward him. I could only take so much. Hey, I was a nice guy (and I stress WAS) but after being pushed toooooooooooooo far, revenge was in order.

So I hatched a plan with some friends of mine. First, when I was at his house, I peed in his shoes. He wondered why he had such a bad foot odor, but he never suspected anything. However, that didn’t satisfy my need for revenge. So, when we put our plan together, our goal was to totally humiliate him and make him feel the same pain I felt.

First, when he was sleeping over at one of my friends’ dorm, I decided to go over there and act like everything was okay. Then, we talked him into going out with us to the local “club” (which by the way is a North Carolina club so I use the term loosely).

First, I had a friend of mine whom I had hired to meet us there and asked her to flirt with him, while we put our plan into action. She did like we asked and we went outside and slashed all 4 of his tires (of course he was so wasted he suspected nothing and we went right back inside).

Then, we told him we would leave him with his new found friend, we had to go. After that, the young lady took off and told him that she had to get back home.

About 3 a.m. I hear a knock on my door, I see him through the peephole, and I do not answer. My friends who are in on this do not answer either. Eventually, he slept on a park bench because he could not get in touch with anyone. I later found out that he had found his car wrecked up as not only were his tires slashed but his windows bashed in too.

He was from Ohio and had no idea how to get back to campus. After waiting 3 ½ hours for a tow-truck to get to him, the tow truck brought him home.

But, that was still not enough. He only felt some pain, now he had to be humiliated. So, this time, we got him once again. We sent a letter to one of the guys on the floor who was openly gay and we put Ross’s name on it along with Ross’s number. The letter said that it was his dream for this guy (we’ll call Ken) to meet him in front of his 8:00 literature class with flowers.

Well, Kevin did just that and declared his love for Ross publicly. Livid, Ross ran out of class while the class laughed. Meanwhile, Ken chased after his “true love” that he had had a crush on for so long.

So, moral of the story. Don’t play with fire unless you want to get burned.