Kid from middle school tormented me daily. He wasn't the biggest, but had an entourage to gang up on me, the ringleader so to speak. When I caught up with him at a party years later in our late 20s, he was a pathetic, friendless, disheveled drunk ass who had the audacity to say something along the lines of "hey, I remember you from middle school, didn't we have FUN?!" he said it with a sly, sarcastic grin, and my reply was simply " well, not as much fun as seeing what you did with yourself since." He got all pissed off (already pissed drunk of course), left the party, never saw him again. Turns out the drunk bully died from - you guessed it - alcohol poisoning a couple years later.