Posted in
culture by Jeff Goins on 4/6/2010

When I was in first grade, I had a bully named Teddy.
Yes, that's right, Teddy. It doesn't exactly conjure fear and
intimidation, does it? (More like cute and cuddly...) And quite frankly,
he looked like a "Teddy."
But Teddy
had a friend. A bodyguard, if you will. I can't remember
his name, so for the sake of the story, we'll call him Bruno. He
definitely
looked like a "Bruno." They had a
sort of Master-Blaster relationship (that's a
Mad
Max
Beyond the Thunderdome reference, by the way). Teddy was the
master, and Bruno was the blaster.
On a daily basis, Teddy would demand my milk money. And I would
give it to him, for fear of suffering the wrath of Bruno. I tried to
keep this shameful fact a secret for as long as I could, but eventually
my parents found out that I was being bullied.
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