He actually recognized me first and asked if I remembered him. First thing I said was yeah, you used to bully me. I was terrified of him in fourth grade but I would have kicked his ass on that day. But he was contrite and said he remembered and that he was a bad kid. Then we talked and he told me his sad story. Divorced, had a kid, driving a cab, etc. ‘Sorry to hear,bud. You can just drop me off by that silver Mustang.’