The tragedy of Facebook.

[thebitterguy]

"Ah, shit. He's alive. And he's bred! MotherFUCKER!" Or, Whatever Happened to the guy who used to beat me up in High School.

Yeah, I finally found out that the Alumni association for my high school is incomplete, as there's also an organization for people who went to it when it was just the top floor of an empty public school and an old grade school.

That's where, as the title suggests, I found out that a guy I never got along with (me=small, him= asshole; I'm sure the equations suggest themselves to you) was alive, and apparently has a kid. Well, I assume it's his. He may just be preparing to feed.

I mean, finding him alive was annoying enough (why is it that I recognize two people, one an old bud I'm glad to see, the other Jabba the Douchebag? Have I angered God? Okay, dumb question), but a family? I need to dig out the copy of "When good things happen to bad people" I stole from Grade 10 English.

Ah, well. Now I can stalk him by the internet.

Comments

[thetathx1138.livejournal.com]

Look at it this way: he was probably heartbroken he didn't have a boy. Every day, he wakes up and thinks "I don't have a son. My balls have failed me."

I bet when he has a son, his son will be small. And bullied. Sins of the father and all that.