Surrealism

I was wearing my Mu Alpha Theta shirt in math today. After class, as I am packing up my backpack, I feel someone's hand on my arm. The bicep area. I look up and it's the big white kid that I've been scared of all semester with braids and tattoos drawn with Sharpie on his face and neck.
He says "Hey, I like your shirt. That's funny." 


And I go, "Oh, <nervous laughter>, thanks."


"What's it from?"


"Oh, <nervous laughter> just my high school chapter of Mu Alpha Theta." 


And I powerwalked out of the classroom. Tattoos. On his face. Drawn with Sharpie. A la Mike Tyson. Why?


(I'm just thankful he didn't try to bite my ear off and make me give him the shirt and my lunch money.)