This is a true story, as I understand it. It's the context of his recent ramblings.
Once upon a time, a group of young tards took Lucas to hang out. They were motivated by pity, curiously and incredulity. Perhaps they could help the poor wretch change. They could certainly laugh at him, too, and post about it. They interacted with Lucas irl. They dared pet the cow.
There was, among these tards, a woman named Lacie. He enjoyed the company of an actual young woman. This was the highwater mark of his social life, and a height he will never reach again.
It did not take Lucas long to obsess over Lacie and her juicy young womb. Inasmuch as Lucas can love, he loved her, which means he expected sex.
Which for Lucas means anal torture and fisting, if you've forgotten.
But Lacie was dating a flatbill Berniebro who said "Nigga" often. And nothing Lucas said or did could steal Lacie away from that cock blocking flatbill, so that Lucas could impregnate her. And he tried.
And the relationships ran their course.
Lucas soon found himself alone.
The few times Lucas was out with the tards were some of the most important events of his barren, empty life. Made quite the impression on him.
Any time Lucas talks about stealing someone's girl friend, "niggas," cock blocking, young liberals with fraught racial politics, or hanging out with college age kids, he is reliving this dynamic. Explaining to himself and the world why Lacie isn't his queen, and he didn't get to impregnate her and do sadistic butt stuff
Lucas is that sad.
Never forget that incidental details and throw away events in the lives of others, are defining highlights in Lucas's.
