KUFE WAS BIG, BAD, SCARY, AND UGLY

And mean as you can imagine. An overgrown kid who got the old growth spurt early or either he was a lot older than the other kids, the Kufe towered.

In high school he had more fights than just about anyone. He won most of them, too. Because he was careful whom he picked on.

On the last day of school after the last bell rang, he walked up to a very small, quiet underclassman and hit him in the face. The kid had done nothing except be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kufe had figured that he couldn't get in trouble because school was out for the Summer.

Another time, he was going to cream a lanky friend of our son's. He was in his face literally, when the friend said, "Kufe, you need to brush your teeth."

While had I witnessed it, I would have thought, "Whoa, there's gonna be a whupping up here now," instead the Kufe backed off and pondered the thought. For some reason, our son's buddy escaped. Few did.

I don't know what happened to Kufey other than a few run-ins with the police. But I still would advise anyone to avoid school's after the last bell and not ever in any circumstance tell someone ready to beat the tar out of you that their hygiene leaves something to be desired.