High School Bully
I had always been a little afraid of Tony Fox. He was a mountain of a kid — as big and as quiet but not nearly as dumb. Though he was in my Advanced Algebra class, he didn’t look the type. A football player of some sort, Tony had a look about him that said, ‘My mom let me dress myself today.’ He would have been an easy target to pick on if he didn’t stand well over six feet tall and have arms the size of my thighs. As it was, I tried to stay clear of him. Despite my typical stance of...