When I was in middle school, there was this Mexican 8th grader (gang member) who used to harass me. He would follow me around and try to intimidate me. I was little and he was an overgrown ass pre teen. I remember one day wishing that he died/was dead. Days later, I came to school and everyone was acting sad. Then I was told that he (his actual name was Frisco) died choking on his own vomit while drinking liquor. Initially I thought it was this boy named Frisco from my class who was cool and I had to ask for clarity which one it was. It was the guy who kept bothering me. Everyone else was sad over it but I smiled inside and felt good. I felt relieved and I didn't feel an ounce of empathy for him. Now as an adult, I can conclude he probably had issues at home. No reason a 8th grader should be drinking liquor, in a gang and fukking with innocent folks. He was probably dealing with shyt I didn't know about and took it out on me for whatever pain he was going through.


