Rodney, you were despicable

I try to focus on the positive; I really do. I think that's important when you're in a high-stress job. However, there are still times when I find myself flashing back to some unpleasant memories.

For example, today I wound up thinking of Rodney, this incredible jackass that I knew from high school. To give you an idea of how despicable he was, he once snuck up behind me during a class study session when the teacher was away. He clamped his hands around my neck and squeezed... hard. The blood was cut off from my brain, and my vision started to fade. I nearly blacked out. We were in the back of the room, so the other students didn't see us, or if they did, they must have thought he was just playing around.

He eventually did loosen up, before I could pass out. When I complained, he said, "Come on! It's just fun!"

Yes, Rodney. I trust that you'd also find it fun if someone were to squeeze your neck to within an inch of your life. If I were a more mean-spirited person, I would actually wish such a fate on you, but I won't. I do hope that you've grown up and changed your ways; after all, we all do stupid things when we are young. If you haven't though, then more's the pity.