We were talking the other day about kids who use other kids for their "super cool stuff."
My mom remembered a certain friend of my brother's, we'll call him Nick. He was one of those kids. He was always coming over, borrowing things that were never returned and just being a little a**hole. I mentioned that my prosecutor husband had seen him several times.
Nick was one of the few people that he didn't get along with in high school. Everyone liked my husband, he really got along with everyone, except this Nick punk and some of his friends. It wasn't too much of a problem since Nick was several grades behind us but there were a few incidents between them that I'm sure they both remember.
So, one day, my prosecutor man gets a file with this kids name on it. He's partly happy and partly not knowing what he should do with it.
He goes to his boss and the conversation goes something like this:
Husband - "I know this guy."
Boss - "How?"
Husband - "We went to the same high school."
Boss, "Is he a buddy of yours?"
"No, he's about the closest thing that I had to an enemy at that time in my life."
Boss - "Go to the court and enjoy every minute of it."
And he did.
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