I saw him…the most vile human being on this earth. Oh, how I hate him, I thought to myself. His sheen black hair always looks plastered to his head. I can’t really even say those are spikes on the top of his head…more like how Alfalfa looks off the Little Rascals movie. I actually liked the little boy Alfalfa. Lorenzo, though, was a slob. His stained white T-shirt hung off his skeletal frame, and he walked in a haughty way. I’ve never seen a man hold up his pants as much as I did him. They were so big, you could fit another person in them with him. Then there were the necklaces. A huge gob of them. They always swung off his neck clinking loudly. Big, bulky golden pieces dangled like gold bars…too bad they weren’t daggers. It’s like the guy thought he was cool. The attempt at swaggering did him no good. In fact, it made him look like a drunk fool. His shoes were tattered to pieces. It’s almost like they went through a shredding machine. How could I have ever had a crush on such a loser. He did me so dirty when I was a teen. I was so appalled by his presence, I huffed, turned on my heel, and rushed to my car door.