My bully in high school was a guy who was about 2 inches taller than me, and he and another tall guy hung out together hazed and harassed and believe anybody they could. I had a locker right next to theirs, but I wasn't really afraid of them. I wasn't impressed at all. So their attempts to bully me sort of fizzled out. They were impossible to ignore, but they weren't particularly bothersome, so I guess I didn't have much of a bullying experience. I think that guy got injured when he was working at a car wash and had part of his foot amputated in his early twenties. I still kind of feel bad for him. He never developed any social skills, and he could barely walk. I think he lived with his mother until she died, and he might still be living in her house now. I don't get any joy out of knowing this.