Bully this
Bullying for me came in the form of sandy blond bowl-cut haired boy atop a banana bike... My own Scott Farkus on Graham Drive. Barry Oakes put the lyrics to the ditty "Holly Holly Fat and Jolly" and terrorized me from the time I could leave my driveway by myself until we graduated high school.
I saw him several years later in a bar in Greenville. It was one of my skinny years and I walked over to him, asked if he knew who I was and when he said he did, I only said, "Good." I sashayed away knowing I was better than he'd ever be.
The other one I've never forgiven. He blackmailed me into doing things a 3rd grader shouldn't do. Our mothers were best friends and I never said a word. But if I saw him today, my inclination would be to kick him in the teeth for the damage he did so early. Bully this, you bastard.
It does get better. Eventually.
I saw him several years later in a bar in Greenville. It was one of my skinny years and I walked over to him, asked if he knew who I was and when he said he did, I only said, "Good." I sashayed away knowing I was better than he'd ever be.
The other one I've never forgiven. He blackmailed me into doing things a 3rd grader shouldn't do. Our mothers were best friends and I never said a word. But if I saw him today, my inclination would be to kick him in the teeth for the damage he did so early. Bully this, you bastard.
It does get better. Eventually.