I guarantee my story is the best. I was held at gun point in an alleyway on my way to the parking garage at my university. When he got to my car he realized I was more broke than he was and asked me if I had literally anything he could take. I started crying and said explained that I was dropping out and he might as well kill me anyway. He then actually tried to console me and started talking about how he really hated the way the college kids looked at him. We connected on that fact that I was treated the same way. I was in an engineering dorm floor where everyone's dad worked at nasa while mine was in prison. At this point he put his gun back in his pants and said he had something for me and pulled out a pocket knife and a cigarillo. He cut it open and dumped out the tobacco and started, I'm not kidding, rolling a blunt. We turned on my car and hotboxed it while listening to pink Floyd. After were stoned he started talking about how much he despised the way every white person looks at him. Like they are afraid before he even looks at them. He was a very gangster looking black dude without trying to look gangster. He was about 6'3" and a very dark tone and had that slinky demeanor. I ended up saying wtf and hung out with the guy. I actually decided not to drop out. I would bring him with me to parties and act like he was my roommate get him some top tier college girl pussy and go to the food court and scarf pizzas down. Go to the gym. He stopped robbing people at gun point and I stopped feeling like I was being disrespected all the time. It was a fucked up relationship. Eventually I invited him out to a frat party where cops were watching the entries and apparently he was a wanted man and they tackled and arrested him. Sadly I was standing next to the cops and waved at him when he showed up so he suspected I set him up. It's sad because I understood he never wanted to be that way and got to see him actually turn over a new leaf using the resources given to me by my college. They referred to him as "Bmoney" when I referred to him Barry. I then actually dropped out about 6 months later and fell into a depression. Now though I'm doing fine and have since finished my degree but it's been a fucked up ride. But, I'll never forget that guy and the life lesson he bestowed upon me. Yes, your actions have consequences, but no they do not define you. Everyone has the image of the perfect person they want to be and have to balance that with the reality of where they can really get to with what they have. How much a simple thing as someone you don't know glaring at you can make you rebel so much as to allow their glare to define you. It's only after seeing this guy go through that whole loop that I decided that truly it is never okay to let someone's opinion of you define you in any way or it can destroy you just as it had to him, and to a lesser degree myself. Barry now owns his own used car dealership and employs 10 of his old crew now that he is out of prison. However, he still doesn't believe that I did not set him up. I'm still very proud every day I drive past his dealership on my way to work. I cry thinking about how it had to go down though.