No idea, I am not concerned with their lives.

I haven’t talked to anyone from my school days since the second I got out so 乁⁠༼⁠☯⁠‿⁠☯⁠✿⁠༽⁠ㄏ

I didn’t really have a high school bully, but I did have an elementary school bully. I knew he would end up in prison when we were both five years old.

He did, for manslaughter, at 19.

He died of cancer before he turned 30.

Good riddance. He forced a dried raccoon dick into my mouth in the school library. Then called me “coon” for years.

I’m doing just fine.

He’s in jail, last I checked. He had anger management issues and serious problems at home. For whatever reason, he took his problems out on me and others. He actually went into the women’s restroom and physically attacked me.

In my last year of high school in 1999, the police asked him to step out of the classroom and into the hallway to “talk.” There was loud voices, then the sound of a scuffle, shouting, and we could see then police had tackled him to the ground.

I don’t exactly know what shit he was dealing with at home, but I heard it was bad. Still, that’s no excuse for his behavior towards others.

They became a cop

For the most part I haven’t kept track. One of them wound up getting a PhD, moving far away, and becoming a decent person. I’m also pretty sure he wouldn’t have considered himself a bully. I also probably was guilty of bullying to an extent because I wasn’t a paragon of maturity when I was young. The guy who might’ve called me a bully went on to become an accomplished author (accomplished enough that it’s his sole source of income).

In my own life, while I’m arguably less successful than either, I’ve accomplished pretty much everything that was important to me in terms of family and money, so I guess everything turned out for everyone. I could give a shit about the worst bullies, so I really have no idea about them.

Dunno. I’ve been pretty selective about who I keep in contact with.

I hope their life is going well, though. I generally hope everyone’s life is going well.

She became a fitness instructor who sadly died of a stroke around the time of our twenty year reunion.

I met him at a train station. He was a junkie, did not recognize me, and begged for money.

died under mysterious circumstances… also i killed him

Those I do know about I heard about through the grapevine or stumbled onto their Facebook profile.

One is a single mother still dressing like a bar star circa 2006 and has kids from like three different dudes. I hope she dies miserable and alone.

Another one joined the military after high school and came out as gay after she left boot. I ran into her once after and she seemed happier. I never took her bullying as seriously as I did the others because it was obvious to me even then that she was dealing with some identity shit. The late 90s wasn’t exactly a friendly time for queer folk and her friends were the small-minded dipshits whose every other word was the F slur or calling something or someone gay in a pejorative sense.

Everyone else ended up dead, a junkie or methhead, or leading lives of mediocrity after peaking in high school. I had one guy try to bully me again at a bar when we were in our 30s. I laughed in his face and told him I wasn’t a timid 14 year old anymore and that I’d happily beat the fuck out of him if he wants to step outside. Dude got real quiet before mumbling about having to work in the morning and left. Bullies will always be cowards at heart.

I didn’t really have a bully, but no one really liked me all that much. A combination of not being likable (home problems), neurodivergent, and a minority.

I looked up one of the guys that was a jerk and apparently he’s a cop now. That tracks. The rest I really don’t remember and honestly I just don’t care that much.

First of all: I cannot care less for them. One day I saw one in a crappy low budget car store, it made my day 🤷‍♂️😂