Kenmare & Mott, Manhattan
Toby Meagher was a mean kid. One time during recess I called Toby Meagher a "white ass." I didn't know what it meant. I still don't know. But when someone told him about it he wanted to fight. He tried to kick me but I grabbed his foot and pushed him into a wooden pole. I walked away. A few years later he tried to fight me again in the 8th grade locker bay. He tried to hit me but I blocked it. He tackled me into a garbage can and I laughed and held him there until a teacher came. A few years after that Toby Meagher showed up at the Catholic high school I was going to. He showed up with his gang member friend looking for W.T. Wright. Toby spotted me and asked me where W.T. was. I shrugged my shoulders, hoping Toby had forgotten all our fights. His gang-banger friend had a reputiation. He found W.T. but was chased off by some seniors. Sometimes I wish I had beaten Toby up the first two chances. It would have been easy and I would have had some lasting satisfaction for it. I think at the time I just felt bad. He was such a small guy.