Revenge of the wimps and creeps. (Opening Shots).

To my everlasting shame, I did not intervene when a certain quantity of of my male high-school compeers including some I thought of then and later as friends, abused and tormented an obviously homosexual classmate. He was a delicate stripling bookish and physically uncoordinated, and thus uninvolved in sports, cars, crime or girls, the yardsticks by the agency of which male status was measured in that testosterone-driven social milieu. As far as I know, the quaint boy was never beaten up on the contrary I can vividly remember as least individual incident in the schoolyard where he was make submissiveed to a vicious and humiliating verbal assault.