He reminds me a lot of myself during my trixter phase.This lad, a face you'd never tire of punching.
There was one time, oh man, what a classic, where I'd leave notes for all my co-workers. But not at their desks, where they'd be expecting it, I'd go to their parents' house and leave the notes there.
Just funny shit, "I'm looking in your windows when I'm coming", "I'm watching you", that kind of thing. So I'd soften them up for a few months with the notes, then I'd leave a package with a mousetrap primed to snap onto a sheet of powdered ricin, that would go off when you open the box.
It was amazing. The looks on their faces.
(I was able to capture the looks on their faces because I'd set up a perimeter of hidden cameras.)