My best friend (for a while) in college was a Neo-Nazi. He even had a swastika tattoo.
He wasn't one of those "kill the jews" Neo-Nazi's... not sure I could be friends with such a Neo-Nazi. He was in the more palatable "let's keep the races separate" camp of Neo-Nazism.
One time, we were in a punk club when I saw him on all fours on the (slam-)dance floor.
"What are you doing?"
"Keep it down but I lost my gun."
You'd think that if the whole Neo-Nazi thing didn't snuff out our friendship, that this would...but it strengthened it...at least from my point of view. I found hanging with such an outlaw of society somewhat exciting. I'd have conversations like this...
"...Yeah, so when I asked him what he was looking for, he was like, 'My Gun!' Can you believe that?!?"
"That's an interesting story. " Replied Dr. Tannenbaum. "Now keep your mouth open and say 'Ahhhh'."
I'd like to say that eventually I came to my sense and realized that this dude was a jerk, not worth my time. But I can't. We did stop hanging out, but it was only after he didn't pay me on a $5 bet.
I hate cheap Neo-Nazis.
(And they say we're cheap.)