each other in high school.
a small
and scrawny guy, but
he was angry
then, and
he's angry now.
a brawler,
he was, and still is.
always looking for a fight.
God help
the driver in the car
that cuts him
off.
or if someone
looks him in the eye.
his face
was scarred with
old stitches like a hockey
player,
and his wife
seemed to always have
a black
eye and an arm
in a cast.
i didn't ask.
i try to avoid his calls.
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