The making of a bully

At school, we also had fights. By the time we were in primary four classes, Munich the "Tarantula" was always in the "ring" with somebody. He'd get pissed at some poor guy and the word would spread around school. Eventually Munich will find his latest victim and taunted him openly. Smack! A couple of blasts to the face, a little blood. Fighting was a way to rechannel young boy's unused sexual energy.. at least it was a physical contact. It was a better way to release aggression than today's drive-by shootings.

I only fought with my sisters, except for once, when I fought a timid guy called Ah Fook. He hit my buddy, so I made him sit in an ant pile. That's creative retaliation. Then his brother came and chased me up a tree.