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If you ever bumped into someone who bullied you as a kid

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Originally posted by: troytime
seen a preppy/bully kid from school a few years ago

he was stocking the vending machines where i work 🙂
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awesome! did you go up to him and say hi? 🙂
 
The kids who REALLY tormented me are all complete losers now. I know one died of heroin overdose WITH HIS MOTHER. He hit me with an aluminum baseball bat when I was 7 or 8 waiting at the school bus stop. He got his.
 
i actually did bump into one of my old bullies. he'd turned into a pitiful little speed addict. it wouldn't have been worth the trouble to kick his ass, he was obviously already in pretty bad shape.
 
The only time that happened was when I had moved to a new school district my first year in junior high and a couple of kids in the upper classes tried to harass me before I had made any friends. They weren't really "bullies", just some idiot loser kids who thought they were trying to be cool and they left me alone in a short while because I make friends quickly, and in those days my friendships always gravitated towards the school's badasses. Incidentally, I ran into one of the guys a few years later at a high school kegger and circumstances (he was being a dick to some girls at the party) gave me the opportunity to kick his ass, but I never would have done that if I had just seen him on the street.
 
The only people who've ever been remotely sh!tty to me always have gotten what they deserved without my intervention
 
My only real bully pushed my face (mainly nose) into the edge of a gym locker. I turned around and punched him in the face and he went down. He never bothered me after that since he was 6'3 and i was 5'8 at the time.

Later on he drove a car and his friend car-surfed (think Teen Wolf)... Well, he stopped the car suddenly and his friend almost died as a result. Instead he has brain damage and can hardly walk. I feel bad for his friend but not for him.
 
Originally posted by: MartyMcFly3
My only real bully pushed my face (mainly nose) into the edge of a gym locker. I turned around and punched him in the face and he went down. He never bothered me after that since he was 6'3 and i was 5'8 at the time.

Later on he drove a car and his friend car-surfed (think Teen Wolf)... Well, he stopped the car suddenly and his friend almost died as a result. Instead he has brain damage and can hardly walk. I feel bad for his friend but not for him.
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Wow that bully is an idiot
 
Originally posted by: Mo0o
Originally posted by: MartyMcFly3
My only real bully pushed my face (mainly nose) into the edge of a gym locker. I turned around and punched him in the face and he went down. He never bothered me after that since he was 6'3 and i was 5'8 at the time.

Later on he drove a car and his friend car-surfed (think Teen Wolf)... Well, he stopped the car suddenly and his friend almost died as a result. Instead he has brain damage and can hardly walk. I feel bad for his friend but not for him.
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Wow that bully is an idiot
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Arent most?
 
When I was in high school I was chased by "someone" late at night while I was driving around in the country. When I got into town, I blew through a stop sign and was pulled over by a cop.

Well, I was a Junior Fireman and the fire station was next door to the Cop Shop plus my Mom worked for the Police so ALL the cops knew me. So the cop asks me what the hell I'm doing and I tell him "Someone is chasing me." About that time another car comes around the corner and I tell the cop "That must be him!" (This being LATE at night in a small town in Missouri, there wasn't that much traffic on the road) So the cop pulls over the other car and it's a guy I go to school with. The cop searches his car and finds beer in it. I get released, and he goes "Down Town".

So the next day at school I find out that the guy gets his license taken away by his Dad and even though he's pissed, at first everything is OK. (Sort of anyway) Well you know how Kids are. During the day his friends are telling him he should kick my ass! (He SWEARS he wasn't the one chasing me BTW) So eventually he says he wants to meet me after school.

Well I have aways though fighting was stupid, even though it seemed I did it a LOT. And I would usually try and talk sense into people wanting to fight with me. This time however I had a dilemma. If he really WASN'T the guy who was chasing me, he had a legitimate beef, and if fighting about it would make him feel better, SO BE IT! So I tell him I'll meet him.

Come the end of the day, it seems EVERYONE in the whole school turns out to see "The Fight" (well, all the kids anyway) and the parking lot is full of people. Just a few feet from the parking lot is a railroad track and once on the other side, you are off of school property. So I say to Roger "Let's go across the tracks." and he pushes me. POP, I nail him one in the face! First time in my life I ever threw the first punch, but I figured if a fight is inevitable, might as well get the upper hand. Several blows later and I have Roger in a head lock and am working on remodeling his face when someone yells "Here comes the Principal!" He starts yelling "Let me go let me go." so I do and we both try and fade into the crowd. Not a easy task since we are both bloody and our clothes are torn up. So we get caught. The next day at school I get called into the office and told to Get a hair cut and stop wearing bluejeans and "T" shirts to school or don't come back. (Roger was part of the "IN crowd" and I wasn't) So I tell the Principal that My clothes and hair shouldn't make a difference, I am the same person no matter how I look or what I wear. Never the less, he says thats the way it's gonna be. I say "see ya" and left school.

My folks had gotten a divorce a short time previous to this and my Mom had moved to K.C. so I was living with my Dad. When I got home and told him what had happened, he told me he would buy me some new clothes and take me down to get a haircut. I refused saying it was a matter of predicable. We ended up getting in a wrestling match over it and that was the day my Dad realized he was no longer able to impose his will on me. (A footnote: Years later my Dad said he was proud of me for standing up for what I felt was RIGHT!)
I ended up leaving Warrensburg and moving to K.C. to live with my Mom.

A few years back I returned to Warrensburg for my 30th High School reunion, I hadn't been there since that fateful day in 1970. Rumor had it I had died in Viet Nam so imagine the surprise when I showed up!
And guess what? My old nemesis Roger was there! I eventually asked Roger if it had been him chasing me that night over 30 years ago. And he admitted it HAD been him! (Something I "Knew" all along!)

Sometime during the night I made a comment (tongue in cheek) about how you hear about all these kids these days walking into their school with a arsenal and opening UP, but you NEVER hear about this happening at High School reunions!

I'm still wondering if I'll be invited to my NEXT reunion. 😉
 
There is only one guy I would like to smash in the face with a blunt object. I was sitting in the last row in class in the 8th grade and this door to go downstairs was next to my desk. Some football player passing by with his buddies thought it would be funny to pop me on the head as he walked by. I didn't do anything and out of all of the incidences I went through growing up that is the only one I would still like to avenge.

 
I'd hate to be mean, but the bullies back in the days made fun of me for being a nerd/geek, I've seen a couple of them now and I feel confident there's nothing else I could do to them to make their lives any worse.
 
Originally posted by: Brutuskend
All that typing and no one READS the damn thing.... :disgust: 😛
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I read it. Interesting story, how soon's the next HS Reunion? U getting ready for it? 😉
 
yeah in high school i was kind of small (5ft 3in 119lbs or so) so i got picked on by a the bigger guys. I learned early that you have to stand up for yourself or it will not stop (does not mean you have to fight. but if you have to then do your best).

Well one guy would always bully me. We even faught 3 times (never one on one. his friends always helped. so i got my rear end kicked). Well one day i walked into a local bar with my wife and he was in with fiencee. Well he came over and baught us a round and we talked. he said he was sorry he was such a jerk in highschool. We are kinda friends now.

 
Originally posted by: Brutuskend
All that typing and no one READS the damn thing.... :disgust: 😛
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I read it too.. really interesting. I wish I have an interesting experience like that 🙁
Btw, 1970.. I haven't even been born yet 😀
 
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