The Schoolyard Bully
I cannot forget the schoolyard bully at my old school. He is still my worst enemy, in a way, though he has been gone these past twenty years. I was his shadow, or he was mine. I was his constant victim.
Some people think that the bully is a sad and pitiful thing, a disturbed boy turned monster. That is not true. The bully is a monster, through and through. It is their true victims, the men such as myself, who are to be pitied: We are the ones who bear his mark.