I ran into Brant last night, the college student I met last spring who said he loved me three times and then gave me a fake phone number. Since I last saw him, he’s grown a sketchy mustache, which brings out his bad complexion and makes his chin look weak. “Remember me?” I asked. “Your name is Brant, your favorite band is Heart, you go to Louisburg College and have your graduation tassel hanging off your rearview mirror.” He looked at me for a second and said, “All I remember is that you’re a Jew.” I didn’t correct him because of the way he said it, the word Jew spat out as if it were leper.
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