The Bully

Kevin was my High School bully. His persecution was thoughtful and exquisite. He once beat me with my own Latin textbook.

Kevin’s mum buggered off and left them, and the rumour was his dad kept a coffin in the living room. Today the shrinks would call that dysfunctional, and there’d be a shit load of well paid professionals sent in to sort it out.

To be fair, Kevin must have been pretty fucked up.

When he was 22 he got into a fight in a chip shop over the last piece of fish.

Some bigger asshole stabbed him to death.