"Fucking terrorists", he said.
"Yeah, who's got a rag on their head", another one asked.
The group laughed.
I didn't.
I was busy, choking on what seemed like cayanne pepper
Others were coughing. Some sneezing. My friend Keri, in tears.
I stood there, quiet, listening to others shout about the terrorists.
"They're not fucking terrorists", I wanted to say.
But I kept my mouth shut.
The only muslim guy there that night, stayed put.
He's a good guy.
The guy with the pepper spray? I think he was a saints fan.
