Reminds me of the time I asked this Hispanic girl's parents at a party if I could dance with their daughter. The father wasn't having it, but a little bit later into the party, the mother brought her daughter over for me to dance with, and we did. I didn't know where the father was at the time, but the next morning when I went to get the mail (same neighborhood), a group of Hispanic boys jumped me. Next thing you know, my teeth were lined up on the curb and one of the boys curb stomped. I lost my entire top front set of teeth and a whole lot of blood. After that, the boys never bothered me again, but I knew the father sent them after me because I danced with his daughter. But how did he find out is the question. Somebody at the party must've snitched. My parents tried to get involved, but I told them to just stay out of it because I didn't want anybody getting shot or whatnot over my worthless ass. I ended up replacing them with some fake teeth, had no choice. I know some of y'all might call ducktales on this, but I'm actually telling the truth this time. This really happened. Not recently, but back when I lived in Moreno Valley in my early 20's, which has a lot of Hispanics.