In his senior year, he was captain of our high school football team and president of the student council. So, when he asked me, a lowly junior, to hang out with him and a couple of his buddies, I couldnât resist. Oh, and he was Black.
The evening started well. We cruised the town in his dadâs car, visited the usual hangouts. Talked about girls, grades, cars, college.
He and his pals were being recruited by big-time football schools. Life held promise. As the night wore on, we got a little giggly and threw a few water balloons at guys we recognized.