I Wasn't A Bully; I Was A "Wounded" Tough Guy!

I was known as a tough guy, who walks around with a sullen face all the time, and would talk to nobody but a few well chosen friends.
Some of my peers would even exaggerate my situation to the point they would see me as a hoodlum.
Perhaps they weren’t so wrong after all, because if, in the cafeteria, I’d like to sit somewhere already taken, I would walk directly to the guy sitting there and say, “Hey, get up, the place is mine!”
And he would leave the place, because of the scary aura I created knowingly.
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