I guess you didn't take my threats seriously, so I am here to remind you once again what will happen if you trifle with me.

I am still as mean and as big and bad as ever; people are finding out that when they cross paths with me the wrong way, there will be consequences or hell to pay!  What I say goes; there's no other way around it!

I don't care who I hurt:  when I act mean and tough, it makes me feel good.  I've been hurt too much in my life; don't like to be reminded of my own personal pain, so I inflict it on others.

I have been the one who pushes the little kids off the swingset, or kick an old lady in the shin when she yells at me for messin' around in her roses, or call a retarded (or crippled) kid names until they cry or run off (if they can).  I'm mean, lean, and I'm a fightin' machine!  And I am proud of it!  I am bad; hear me ROAR!!

I also pick on adults who look or act funny; there's plenty of those to choose from.  Or I pick on someone 'cause they're different from me, like the raghead kid who goes to my school:  kid wears a scarf around her neck and speaks a funny language; her English ain't too good.  Think she's from Iraq or Afghanistan or somewhere 'round those parts.

There's also kids who speak Spanish, and I keep tellin' em if they don't learn English, they don't need to be in America.  Go back to Mexico or South America, where they come from, if they can't speak the same language!

They're just wasting my time when they do that!

Mom continues her alcoholic ways and I haven't seen dad in God knows how long.  He done run off with a prostitute that could be his daughter (or my sister)!  I'm often left alone to take care of the little kids; when they're not here, I'm here to fend for myself.  Yeah, I got problems, serious problems.  Maybe this is one reason why I act the way I do.  As I said earlier, I act mean and inflict pain on others to get away from my own pain.

Maybe I do have a soft side, but I don't like lettin' it show.  I think it's sissy when a boy cries, but I make boys (and girls and even grownups) cry all the time; guess seeing them acting weak makes me feel powerful, so this is why I do it, over and over again.

I'm just letting you know that just because you haven't seen me in a while doesn't mean I gave up my bully-ish ways 'cause I'm here to tell you I haven't.  I'm as much a bully now as I ever was, and I am still tellin' people to watch out when I come 'round your town.

If you want to prevent such a meeting, just mark my words and remember to fear me because I am one to be feared! 

Fear me.  Remember that next time when you see me.

*to be continued.*