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Originally Posted by siberian khatru
I was a fat kid in grade school, and I got picked on a lot.
I still remember who my tormentors were, and one day I will track them down and slit their throats.
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I never messed with anyone unless they messed with me. Even then, I would walk away if I could.
There was one exception with a bully that was three grades ahead of me who always gave me a hard time. He was huge and I knew he would kick my butt if I took him on and he took full advantge of it. I built up a lot of resentment during that time period and never forgot it. Several years later, I ran into the guy at a bar one night. Much to my surprise, he started in like we were in grade school again wit his degrading putdowns.
Ooops, the only thing bigger than me about him now was his mouth and as a bonus, I was three years into martial arts by that point in time. He was sitting on a bar stool running his mouth and I gave him one shot to close it, but he kept it up. He said "go ahead and take your best shot pussy." I took one step back and gave him a roundhouse kick to the head, and laid him out cold next to his bar stool. When he came to he called me outside (short bus) and I beat the living chit out of him. The dude looked like he got him by a train and never laid a hand on me. I never had any trouble with him again.