I was checking out Some Guy's Blog and saw that he posted about some of his childhood bullies. This reminded me that I owe you all this Public Service Announcement.
When I was in seventh grade, a kid named Robbie was my bully. He did just about everything he could do to me. He even would have stolen my lunch money if I had been the kind of kid to bring lunch money to school.
One day he made me so mad that I went home, took a book of matches and an ashtry, sat cross-legged on the floor of the family room and burned each of the matches, one after the other, all the while chanting "I light this match to the Death of Robbie."
Robbie is now dead. I found out on our high school class reunion website.
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