I used to know this kid in highschool, he used to tell jokes and make fun of people which is normal enough, but then he'd always look around like he was expecting something, waiting for someone to laugh. Except he didn't have any friends and he was always making fun of people so no one was gonna laugh at their own expense. I don't think his dad was really around so that probably had something to do with it.
Anyway he pissed off one of my friends real bad so one day after school we went to go beat him up. This poor kid, no friends, no dad, and we were gonna beat the shit out of him. He used to play basketball on the school court every day after school, by himself. So we went, and there he was like always, talking to himself. But when we got closer, we heard him, and he wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to, I dunno, someone who wasn't there, like imaginary friends or something. It was pretty sad. My friend goes up to him and pushes him down and is ready to beat on him, and he just sits there on the ground, terrified, doesn't fight back, nothing to say. So we told him to go home, and figured that was that.
Dude never came back to school. We all felt like shit after that, even though we never even gave him a beating. Poor guy probably just needed some friends. I heard he moved to the west coast somewhere away from his mom to live with other family, but I don't really know what happened. I still feel bad about that shit, I just hope getting out of West Philadelfia helped him sort out his life.
















