So last weekend while driving, I passed an asshole who started a fight with me in high school, for literally no reason. And harassed me for another year. He was just a punk bully who targeted smaller people. He was just standing on the corner at the YMCA, all 5'4" of him, waiting on his overweight baby momma. In high school, I was small, and didnt really know how to fight very well. Fast forward to today, im bigger and 8 years of golden gloves boxing under my belt. This was the first time id seen him since high school, 14 years ago. My instinct was to casually pull up and park beside him, get out and proceed to stomp a mud hole in his ass. But, I just kept driving. Not needing or wanting the drama in my life at this point. I always told myself after I learned how to properly defend myself, and very well I might add, that if I ever saw that punk again, I was going to unleash. I feel as if I my have let my revenge slip away? On the other hand, I was on my way to my brothers wedding, and was in a really good mood. Wasnt in the mood to dismantle that guy.