Crazy as a bessy bug!

My heart goes out to those Virginia Tech students who lost there lives and there families. That is the most horrible shit to ever have to go through. I just can’t help thinking that if this had happened at an HBCU….man, everybody on campus would’ve caught one. I mean the whole damn campus would have had bodies strewn all over the place. Fo sho!
I attended Fisk University in Nashville, TN during the late 80’s early 90’s and many a student caught an ol’ fashion southern ass whoppin’ walking from New Livingston Hall to Jubilee Hall. And hell, that was only a 2 ½ block walk! Security was virtual and unequivocally nonexistent. “Security” consisted of two dudes with flashlights who spent most of their time on creep mode and trying to holla at the ladies. It seems like every time I went on one of my infamous “excursions for some female company” the security guards where right there helping me pry open the backdoor of Crosthwaite Hall.
I remember my first day on campus, moms had dropped me off and I was ready to explore “chocolate” college life. I meet 2 dudes, DeJuan and Juan both from the “Chi” and we proceeded to get accustomed to our new surroundings. During that first week was when I got my first taste of how the natives got down. We were accosted by a couple of ‘Villians and it was some shit straight out of “School Daze”. I was like…”you backwards niggas don’t want none! I’m from Chi-Town, Southside, Roseland all day! What!!…the next thing I know I was being carried back to my dorm room saying shit like “did I get him? What happened?” Ohh…by the way, the “security” guards were right there and they ain’t do a damn thang.
In the Va. Tech incident it was discovered that the shooter was often bullied by students at the school. Man…y’all better stop fucking with these crazy ass people! If anything, I would’ve been his best friend that way I would be the only one still standing left to tell the story. I remember there was this dude named Luther who I would see at various House Music events around the city when was in high school. This dude was so black he was navy blue and he was the size of a small office building. This dude was “Green Mile” huge! Every time you saw him you can rest assure that by the end of the night somebody was going home in the ambulance…he was the consummate shit starter and …hell…the shit finisher as well. Instead of trying to avoid him I did something totally crazy…I befriended him. If I saw him at an event I made my best effort to go up to him and speak. I knocked down waitresses, push folks around on the dance floor…whatever it humanly took to get over to him to speak I did it. The key was to make sure I spoke before he started drinking because after that it was a wrap! Once I made contact with Luther I was good so when the fight broke he would give me a pass. This dude was a monster. I witnessed this brotha beat down a whole chapter of Ques in front of Union Hall on South Chicago Avenue.
We are a society of vain and egotistical inhabitants hell-bent on how fly we look, or acquiring meaningless items and if someone differs from that persona…God be with them. So, in closing, if you see a crazy person today give ‘em hug… it may save your life.