The radio was our friend throughout high school; it provided great music during those quiet times in which we were supposed to be working. I never really did like working at school, so I didn't. Whenever it was too quiet and there were too many people doing work, me and another couple of people would bug JJ about the radio. It all started with a craving to bug the poor soul, but we had already bugged him about every conceivable thing, so we decided to bug him about the inconceivable. Whenever one of those over-cheesy and annoying songs by Phil Collins or Michael Bolton type singers would play on the radio, we would tell JJ to shut-up. It would start out as a polite request for JJ to please stop singing, and it would escalate from there. If he didn't stop (which he couldn't without turning off the radio) we would keep on telling him to shut-up until he would snap at us with one of his highly frustrated insults, like "would you f*ck off already" or "Steve! I'm trying to do my work". Whenever he did snap, we would always overreact and tell JJ to calm down and take a chill pill. This kind of bugging really proved to us that JJ had a hopelessly small self-esteem and that if we could bug him about something so stupid, we could probably bug him about anything.
I remember one time when we were relentlessly bugging the shit out of JJ; he had one of his extremely unpredictable "spazes." For reasons I can't really remember, we were bugging JJ one afternoon and he decided to retaliate with a simple "F*ck off!" Now because Joel was such a Keener, he backlashed the insult with the words "F*ck on, you get better results". For reasons not quite explainable, this made JJ rage. He Spazed, kicking Joel with his big Caterpillar boots, Joel fell over and screamed in pain from the behemoth impact of the boots. About 1 minute later, after we were done making JJ feel like he was a crazy asshole, he solemnly apologized to Joel for kicking him.
