One time when I was about 14 years old I was walking to the bus stop in the older part of Victorville with my best friend at the time, Andrew. As we got to the bus stop we noticed that there was one other person on the bench, an old man with faded tattooes running down both arms and smelling strangely of urine. He then proceeded to talk at a yelling tone to us, ending nearly every sentence with "'Cause I'm an angel... Helllllllll's Angel!"

Scared to death, we stood there and listened to this freak for nearly 15 minutes before his bus arrived. He kept calling us "candyasses" because we wouldn't take him up on his request for us to punch him in the face and "see what happens." He then proceeded to ask us if we were virgins, which we were promptly called "candyasses" once again for not getting any at 14.

Good times.