At that same bar, I ran into my highschool enemy.
Apparently he is a hippy now: spent a few years in Santa Cruz smoking dope.
Shockingly, he didn't want to punch me in the face, fortunately. A little disappointed, I felt silly for having actively avoided him all these years, all for nothing.
In the end, I bought him and his a buddy a beer and left him in peace. I thought it a nice gesture and I'm sure he appreciated it, much better than the knuckle sandwich i gave him last time. :-D
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