Howard was nervous as he was getting ready to go out. He was telling himself, "Alright, Howard, you need to get out there and make some friends. It's just a club. Go and enjoy yourself! What's the worst that could happen? It's not like anyone is going to point and laugh."
Howard gets to the club and he is so sweaty and anxious. He has second thoughts but he sticks with it and goes inside. The dance floor is crowded but he likes the music. He wades out and starts to dance. It feels good. He feels free to express himself. Howard is really getting into it now! He thinks to himself, "What great fun! I should do this every Friday. If I'm a regular around here I might even make some friends!"
Just then, Howard hears the click of a camera phone and a bright light flashes to his right. He turns and a group of three young men dress like pic related are laughing. One of the young men clearly took a picture of him. They're pointing and laughing. It's just like the showers after football practice, or the first time he asked a girl on a date, or at college graduation when the gown didn't quite close around his girth. He remembers the laughter and the taunting and the names.
The man continues to take pictures of Howard. He feels so unwanted and unloved. "Why did I even bother!?" he thinks. "Of course everyone hates me. Why did I think it was going to work out? I know how people think of me. They think I'm a fat idiot. I'm just a loser. I should have stayed home. At least it's safe there." He has to take a moment to hold back his tears. The young men don't stop taking pictures or teasing him.
After he gathers himself, Howard hurries off of the dance floor and out of the club as quick as he can. "This has to be the night," he tells himself. He gets into his car and starts on his usual route home. He stops at the chip shop purely out of habit but he stops himself before he gets out of the car. Howard breaks down and cries in the driver's seat.