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I ran across a guy who bullied me my freshman year of highschool.
He was one of the high school guys on a '6-year plan'. He was around 18, you know, full beard and probably had 2 kids at the time. And there I was, a 14 year-old 100lb, naive adolescent. He was a real dick to everybody he could.
Anyway, I was at an Atlantic City casino meeting up with some friends for the night and there he was, basically pan-handling outside of a parking lot.
I actually felt bad for him and was going to drop him a buck. But when I walked by him, I know he didn't remember me at all. I think that pissed me off more than anything. I can remember him vividly. The clothes he dressed in and the facial reactions he made. all my anger came back to me at that second. So I did what any mature 24year old would do that just encountered his high school bully: I choked up a big snotty wad of dead brain cells and spat it in his dunkin donuts cup. F-HIM
Maybe he will remember me now!!
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