bully

I had a dream about Garen.  I used to make fun of him.  In school, he had hair underneath his arm-pits, and we called him "cling-cling."  We were friends until I realized I got more out of making fun of him.  It built up in him and one time he punched me in the face in class while I was making cling-cling monkey gestures as he was giving a speech.  I punched him back and who cares?  It made me look cool.

I've always wanted to apologize to him and I have more hair than that fucker probably even knows.  He was weird though.  Throughout the years, I ran across him and he loved to talk about movies, and he talked to himself like I make it an art—he was really weird.  His little brother I guess was smarter than him, came to my university—I saw Garen at a club party.

I was dressed in fashion and insecure.  I hope he noticed.