That’s what we used to call this guy in high school. He was huge and could even wear a skirt to school and not get beat up. He was always pleasant to me, but I wasn’t very close to him. We were just in a school play together.
I didn’t realize he was set for execution tomorrow. . . but I was aware of his arrest. It was in the newspaper over a college holiday break. It totally freaked me out. That article detailed his abusive relationship with his high school girlfriend. It was hard to believe all of that rage was underneath his surface.