I was hanging out in town, checking out chicks, chilling, and generally being a cool individual. I felt eyes on me, and looked back to see a dude I thought I knew from a long time ago. If it was the dude, he used to give me a nasty time when I was a kid, and not only me - everyone he could. He was real scummy individual which, at that age - is unusual - cause he came from a good background. Now - I know his father - is a desperate wanna-be badass; which is exactly what this dude was, and I suspect, still is. Like father like son, basically. But without any effective toughness or redeeming characteristics, he just comes across like a sleazy, ugly, nasty, aversive person. Well - I saw him staring at me - and I didn't recognize him immediately, but the expression on his face - that same contempt, it's like he was prepped to use an ugly insult of some kind. So - he walked by; he was with his woman (not hot, fat ass, bad hair job). I was thinking to myself - damn, I would have loved to see how that would unfold - confrontation wise. Cause as I kid I was super quiet. Now, I kick ass and take names - and not entirely co-incidentally - fuck bitches. Then - of all the luck, they circles around and walked by me again. When he's passing in front of me - I basically stare him out it. He honestly seemed to be trying to get a sense as to whether I was vulnerable like I used to be at a much younger age, and could he get away with trying to capitalize on that in some way - which is what bully's do. So I stare him the fuck out of it. I can clearly see him begin to cower, and increases his pace, to pass me quicker. So I whistle at him - upon which time his disposition becomes distinctly meek; the kind of disposition someone takes on, when they want to pacify someone emotionally - to avoid a beat down, basically. Which worked cause - his presentation of vulnerability, I realized; I mean, if he was being a dick, or in any way confrontational - I could have acted on it. But - because he was so passive and meek and basically, like a bitch - frankly - I just let him scamper off. You wouldn't believe some of the shit this guy pulled at a younger age. One dude - every day on the bus home - this motherfucker used to abuse him verbally so bad - it was a rarity his victim didn't get off the bus in tears. Well - that victim, maybe 6 or 7 years after that - he committed suicide. Another dude I was close with - often left him in tears also. Just a real dirt box. So now? What then..... I guess - if I see him again - just make sure he maintains that bitch demeanor - kind of to contradict his inner notion of him being a bad ass? Either that or - next time I see him, provided he's with his woman - I'll call her a fat bitch, and hopefully that can spark a confrontation, during which time I can heel hook this corksoaker to bolivia.