Must be real because it's too similar to my own story.

Junior in high school, Halloween 2007. Flavor of Love was too funny for me not to watch, and I actually got a huge laugh out of Flavor Flav and his antics. So, as a young white male going to a private Catholic school in the southern US, I dressed up on Halloween as Flavor Flav in full suit, clock, crown, cane, and blackface.

To be fair, I would not have done it had I really understood the racial context. And this was no shitty costume effort, it was fucked-up cosplay quality minus the tinfoil grill. I fooled a lot of people that day into thinking I was actually another person. My closest group of friends didn't recognize me for a full 5 minutes until I took my velvet crown off and revealed my red hair. I won funniest costume of the whole school which was decided by applause at the assembly, and not one person ever scolded me for covering my face, ears, neck and hands with dark brown face paint while walking around with a cane.