Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is somewhat awkward that my obnoxiously abusive harasser in high school, Henry Siman, was from an extremely wealthy family. They have so much money they could probably buy out the entire country's justice system, so not the kind of people that I would want to find spewing curses directly into my face. How very scary. Creepy. Weird. So these very rich and powerfully nasty people want to me to go to hell. I, however, would rather not oblige their offensive request. I would prefer to avoid obliging them in any way, obviously. After all, I am putting my faith in Jesus Son of God in heaven, not in just some guy from high school, whoever he may be. I really never cared that much about Henry.