I lucked out and didn't really garner any enemies while in middle school and high school (mostly because I was the poor kid at a snobby private school in Nashville TN until I moved in 9th grade and nobody would talk to me, haha.) There was this one really obnoxious boy in one of my classes in 7th grade though, treated everyone like handmaids but the parents had money so nothing was ever really done about it... Ran across his facebook page the other day, his parents just bought him his *second Lamborghini because he wrecked the first one.*

I try not to hold animosity towards anyone, but I hope somebody keys that car.

I was embarrassed by an older boy when I was in seventh grade. He thought I had been throwing sunflower seed at him at lunch. He calmly got up with his tray of pizza and french fries with ketchup, and threw it in my face. I ran to the bathroom as two hundred kids laughed at me. Later, when we were both sat down in the principle's office, I actualy broke down and cried when asked to explain what had happened. He kid laughed and later told his friends. It took a good couple years before people stopped picking on my about this. Worst moment of my entire school career.

Flash forward a decade. I'm at an outdoor concert in a park. I see that f*****g kid again, only now, we're both grown up. He's not so big anymore. I felt a drunken rage rise in me. I walked over to him. My plan was to s****r-punch him in the side of the head and walk away. But, then, I caught sight of his sister. She recognized me and said "hey!" We all ended up talking and catching up. I got the dude work with my brother. I guess he was kind of broke. His sister thought that was kind of cool of me. We ended up dating for about six months. I'd like to say I felt immense satisfaction every time I slipped my p***s inside her, not only because I was getting laid, but because it was my school bully's sister. I didn't, though. I knew we had changed and I realized that I just wasn't angry anymore.

I definitely didn't take the high road here but it was *fantastic*

When I was bouncing, I saw my ex-bully walk into my bar. This guy made my high school life hell through every method except violence (I was bigger than him by a fair margin)

I knew he lived a couple towns over, this was small town New Zealand after all, I also knew he was driving. I looked for his car and it was parked in a tow away area. I gleefully called the company who handles this for us and they towed it. He was in the pub at the time, he was none the wiser. I also got one of our glassies to follow him around and take his glass every time he put it down for more than five seconds, it was pretty busy that night and he wasn't overly bright, so again he was none the wiser.

After a few hours of this, he came outside for a smoke, where it was pouring rain, and afterwards turned around to go back inside. I blocked his way and he tried to shove past me. I told him he was acting aggressively and I wouldn't be letting him back in. He starting shouting that he'd left his wallet inside, I told him that if he'd thought of that before trying to shove past me, maybe I would have gone to get it for him.

At this point, in his eyes, I stopped being a bouncer and was again the scared little 17 year old from 7 years earlier. He took a swing at me, missed, and fell over in the gutter, he wasn't drunk, it was just that the ground was wet and he slipped. We had a couple of cops who used to come in for a few drinks off duty every now and again, and they happened to be smokers. They saw what had happened and called their buddy who was on duty and he swung by, picked this Jerk up and threw him in the drunk tank.

I am not proud of my feelings about this, but seeing the guy who destroyed high school for me getting thrown into the drunk tank after being ripped off at a pub, getting humiliated while trying to look like the big man, being sober enough to be hugely frustrated over this whole thing and knowing that when he gets out of the drunk tank in the morning, his car won't be where he'd left it made me feel great. I never messed with him again after that, I felt we were even.