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The Best Revenge: 2
Part 1 is here.
He was heavier, and his hairline started further back, but the smile hadn’t changed a bit in twenty years. That smile had haunted me for more than half my natural born life.
Edgar terrorized me from kindergarten to junior year. He’d been blessed with a mutant thyroid and was always twice the size of everyone else his age. He hit puberty somewhere around the second grade. It happened overnight, too. One morning he just walked in and was six feet tall and had hair on his balls.
He’d strut around the locker room naked waving his hairy nuts in our faces. He was the meanest bastard I’ve ever known.
He went on to become a high school football star. His pictures were in local sports pages every weekend. Girls squealed when he walked by. Boys cowered.
Edgar had everything going for him — popularity, athleticism, a rich family, but none of those things ever really fulfilled him. No, Edgar’s true passion was the torment of his others.
I was an easy target. My father was a drunk, my mother was dead, and my coat sleeves came up two inches short of my wrists. Plus, I was poor, so no one gave a shit what happened to me. “White trash” was a term I heard a lot. So, that was how I became Edgar’s favorite object of torment.
