suffering the sadist
Growing up introverted and of slight stature, I had my share of childhood encounters with malicious intimidation, perpetually on the receiving end — from one agro neighbor, in particular. You might understand then, as a young man out in the world, I developed a strong aversion to tyrants, oppressors and loud-talking, strong-arm boors. Now as then, I have no time, respect, or sympathy for bullies. In my Michigan college days, for a period of time, I shared living quarters with
