You know it just occurred to me that I've never gotten this off my chest. Over the years I just kind of forgot about this guy. My parents forced me to hang out with some kid who I didn't like when I was in my teens.
He was extremely skinny and tall. Had greasy hair. Huge greasy glasses with thick frames. Your typical 90s bowl cut with a part in the middle. Seemed like he never washed his clothes. He always smelled like dog since his parents had a smelly dog.
And any time I told my parents how bad he was they chalked it up to "boys will be boys" and his mom would say the same. Here's some things I specifically remember him doing that I didn't like:
He would smear dog shit on the basketball while shooting hoops. Then pass it to me quickly. This was the only sport he would play. And only because at the time he had his growth spurt sooner than me. So he was a good foot taller.
Randomly put me into headlocks and would position his armpit right over my face(this stopped in 9th grade as I joined the wrestling team, he was not athletic at all)
Stole my good Magic cards then sold them to buy weed. Wouldn't share said weed.
When we played video games he picked only games he could beat me at. He would practice the game for weeks on end. No co-op game modes. Only games that pit him against me so he can destroy me. There are a whole slew of SNES games that I despise because of this. I believe this is the source for me strongly disliking highly competitive online multilayer games these days.
He would throw stuff at me randomly in the hallways and classrooms at school. Usually projectiles made of school supplies.
He told other students lies about me in order to really embarrass me. Specifically any time I took interest in a girl he would demolish my chances and reputation. He would also tell fat or ugly girls in our school that I liked them. No there were no cute or thoughtful outcomes from girls who saw through his BS. It isn't like the damn movies.
Various other practical jokes where I don't exactly remember what they did but I do remember his skinny finger pointing right at me and his nasty face doing his exaggerated nasally laugh.
By about 15-16 I quit spending time with him, for obvious reasons. In retrospect most of the things he did probably came from a feeling of inferiority. I think his dad used to beat him and his younger brother. I had a number of other friends. He only really had one other friend besides me.
I saw him a few times after graduating high school it seemed like he mellowed out but I didn't want much to do with him at that point.