In second grade there was this kid who felt as if he ruled the school yard and everyone allowed him to bully them whenever the mood hit. One day he set his sights on me and decided that he wanted my pine green Schwinn with the big light attached to the handlebars and powered by one of those little generators which laid on the front wheel so that every time the wheel turned, it would provide power to light the nice big light on the front of my bike.
Well, this kid followed me home a few times and pushed me off my bike, bloodying my knee and cheek. He then took my bike and rode it around for a while until he caught up with me on the walk home from school, at which time he punched me and threw the bike to the floor. The third time this little darling followed me I jumped off of my bike and beat the piss out of him. That was in 1961 and the last time which he ever bothered me or my friends; it’s amazing that no matter how much time goes by, the school yard bullies still manage to rear their ugly heads.
Why are you still here mumbling strange stories about all the people in your life that you resent?