He was a closeted homosexual, kept down a year, who constantly accused other boys of being gay and publicly punched them for rejecting his advances, while saying “It’s just a joke.” While he was doing this he was also engaging in homosexual activity behind the sheds.
I expect the quotee doesn’t like gay people, right?
One time he gave me a hammer and asked me to kill him with it, just to prove to me how powerless I was.
He also smoked a lot, which stunted his growth and made him rather less of a bully after 15, and is probably what led to his death at the age of 39. He’d never moved out of his mum’s house.
I recently made a little pilgrimage to his burial place. I said my piece. I verbally regretted that, as two social misfits, we could not have been friends. Then I put ‘Stayin’ Alive’ on my phone (selected for maximum disrespect) and had myself a one-man rave on his grave.
This is all true BTW.