Ah, that guy... I've had a couple encounters with him. The first time, I was playing pool at Laowai's (now called "The Five Spot", I guess). I was wearing a Seattle shirt and he said, "I love Seattle! That's where Nirvana is from!" I said, "yeah, so is Jimi Hendrix", to which he replied, "I hate Jimi Hendrix!"
"What? How could you hate Jimi Hendrix?"
"Because he is a ni--ers!" (his words, not mine, and yes, he used the plural)
Another time, I was walking on the BLCU campus and he stopped me and asked if I was Russian.
"No, I'm from America."
"Where in America?"
"Colorado"
"Oh, like South Park! You look like Kyle... are you a Jew?"
"Yeah, I'm a huge Jew!" -- then I walked away. I'm not even Jewish.