Once there was a boy, a very annoying, not-very-bright little boy. He was my enemy; I did not enjoy his company or his personality… at all.

        He was always swaggering about, bragging about some little “achievement” he’d made. He boasted and bragged; swaggered and smirked, and most of all, insulted people who actually had lives… I would roll my eyes and walk away, thinking that someone should teach that little smug pig a thing or two. (Preferably many things.)