This happened to me not long after Mit Romney cut some guys hair off.
It happened on Donald T's front lawn, after school.
It happened on the south side of Chicago, down the street from the Catholic grade school I attended.
It just so happened I got revenge and respect. I also got left alone from then on.
This was back when you could take your fight outside as kids and not get arrested.
Which is exactly what happened one afternoon between Tom H. and me.
It had been building for a long time. I was not Mr. Popular in my Catholic grade school, probably because my father was not a cop or fireman or city worker, and I was not in that clique. Or maybe it was because I had naturally curly hair. Or wore thick horn-rimmed glasses. Or that I read books and kept to myself.
But I was not well liked, to put it lightly.
I will spare you the years of torture at my Catholic grade school, but one day in the seventh grade it came to a punishing head.
The head that was being punished, much to the all the kids gathered around cheering and jeering, was Tom H's head. I am proud to say I made a bloody mess out of his mouth and face, until I was pulled off of him by his group of coward mini-bullies.
After being pulled off of Tom H., I was tossed back on the front lawn and caught in a scissors lock, much like were popular on TV wrestling at the time.
I lost the fight. I had to give up or have my spine crushed.
I lost the fight, but won the battle.
The bullies and their mopes left me alone, which was what I wanted. They knew I was so pissed off that one-on-one, I would probably kill them. I mean literally.
Years later, I attended the twentieth reunion. My old grade school pal, Joe Z., talked me into it, so I went with my girlfriend and met Joe and his wife.
Tom H. and the Mini-bully gang were there.
They were the same. Their personalities were locked inside their adult bodies, no doubt for the rest of time.
No fists flew, of course, but it was so boring and predictable that Joe and I left.
My girlfriend had told me "people do not change".
She was right.
They only get older and pathetic.
A big and continuing "F-U" to Tom and the gang of spoiled kiddie monsters that inhabited the hood back them. I am sure they have created spawn that will be just like daddy. Hope they get their heads beat in to, by someone who cannot take it anymore.
It's the only way to solve the bully problem.
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