Most times we just picked on the same couple of boys. they were easy to spot and easy to make do whatever we wanted them to do. I suppose that we never thought about the fact that we weren't proving how strong we were by picking the weak ones. I suppose we never thought about much at all.

But that day I decided that I wanted to pick on someone bigger than me. Someone who seemed a lot like me, and them. When I found him he was alone but in just a few minutes we were surrounded by kids of all kinds. I think the popular ones were looking at it like an experiment and the nerdy ones were enjoying seeing two meatheads attack each other.

It's not even important how it went or how it ended. I just knew when we were done that I didn't want to do that anymore. No rush from the fight. No sense of accomplishment. Just a feeling that I was being defined by what I was doing. And I didn't know what I was doing.