One day, as he was walking down the street, some gangbangers attacked him, hitting him on the head with some sticks.
On another occasion, he went deep-sea fishing on a large boat. When a school of fish started biting, nearly everyone brought in his line at the same time. Several hooks landed on Denver's head. It was a painful experience for him.
Once, he and his family went camping in a large forest in Northern California. His parents slept in a small trailer, but Denver wanted to sleep outside. As he was sleeping, he felt that his head was burning. He woke up and was terrified upon discovering that his head was inside a large bear's mouth. He got up and ran as fast as possible to his parent's trailer.
On a certan day, he and some friends were hiking in San Gabriel Canyon, near Azusa, California. He looked up on the side of a cliff, seeing what he thought to be a large white ball. He decided to retrieve this "ball." By the way, this was a sheer cliff. When he reached the ball, he discovered that it was a hornet's nest. Mad as hell, the hornets emerged, stinging him badly on the head. You can imagine how hard it was for him to climb down that cliff, hanging on as best he could, while the hornets kept on stinging him!
Denver, though just an average student, learned to speak Spanish like a native, a thousand times better than my A students. He was enthralled by my tales of the strange experiences I had in Mexico and Central America. Therefore, he, too, decided to go. One night, while he was sleeping on the beach of Veracruz, Mexico, a man came up, slammed him in the head, and took his money.
Later on, he decided to go to Costa Rica to live. One day, Denver went downtown, dressed only in shorts - something that real men would never have done in those days. A man passed him on the street, saying, "Ay que chulo te ves en esos shorts." (Oh, how pretty you look in those shorts!) Denver then hit this man, knocking him to the ground. The man's head hit the sidewalk and split open. Denver had to leave Costa Rica immediately in order not to go to jail.
Dane, I could go on and on like this. One day I said to him, "Denver, if you're smart, you'll never go visit the head hunters of South America!"
Denver's powers of judgment were also highly defective. Here's one small instance. He fell in love with a certain girl. They then went to Las Vegas and got married in one of those little wedding chapels. Later, they returned to the hotel. He told her to wait in the room while he went downstairs to buy a bottle of liquor, so that they could toast to their future happiness before consummating the marriage. When Denver returned, there she was, in bed with a stranger who was "consummating" in his place!
Soon after that experience, he fell in love with another girl, buying her a thousand dollar engagement ring. She accepted the ring and then told him to get lost!
Later on, he joined the Mexican Mafia (la EME) and rose to a high position, even though he was an Anglo-American. But he did something they didn't like. Therefore, he escaped to upstate New York where he supported himself as a cab driver. However, he came down with a cancer which, according to what I heard, affected his brain. He then went to Oklahoma where he died in his parent's home.
That was the strangest case of Karma that I ever saw in my life!