It is kind of a drug story, Hunter was hanging around my high school looking for drugs. Drugs in northern Virginia at the time were unspeakably illegal and pretty much impossible to come by without knowing someone who knew someone, this was during Bush Sr's term. This guy in a Sidwell Friends jacked showed and started hanging around my high school, I'd never seen him before and I didn't know that Sidwell Friends was a fancy private school, I'd never heard of it, but I thought the name was pretty gay. Hunter never introduced himself, so I didn't know his name until later. One day he tried to hang out with my group of friends after school so I just called him Sidwell, because thats what it said on his jacket and I didn't feel like calling him "dude". I could tell he was probably looking for a hookup so I didn't mind giving him a little bit of a hard time, plus he looked like a narc, some random dude with short hair in a letterman jacket. He didn't react well to being called Sidwell so I kept on doing it and then I told him he wasn't being friendly when he didn't chill out. I thought it was clever wordplay on his jacket, but instead it set him off and he tried to get in my face and intimidate me, I knocked him down pretty easily just by shoving him away from me. The guy was a bag of sticks, he flew surprisingly far when I shoved him, I wanted to beat him up more, but it would've been like beating up a girl so I didn't. I kept on calling him Sidwell after that and he stopped hanging around my high school not too long after.