Monday, July 5, 2010


It wasn’t until the end of Grade 7 that I picked up my first bona fide bully—not the day-to-day taunting that I’d learned to ignore, but my own personal tormentor, an indefatigable Butch attracted to the sissy scent of my Alfalfa-like pretentions.
     The original Little Rascal would move on to play such redemptive roles as Jimmy Olsen in Atom Man vs Superman, but I was pretty sure, from the moment I saw that knife drop from his pocket, that my bully could only ever end up in jail . . . and that I definitely had to find a new route home.

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