Lost The Bet
My father left us when I was ten. He was a nasty fuck, so while it was tough financially (which I didn’t understand then), it was for the best. My Mom worked long hard hours, and I brought in an extra twenty or thirty bucks a week doing odd jobs with my friend Sal. Anyway, when I was thirteen my Mom met this guy Chris, who was pretty cool. He had a son named Jason. Jason was two years younger than me and was a real pain in the ass. A year later they were married and Jason moved in. I used to kick the shit out of him. All the time. I was mean, aren’t all big sisters?? When they weren’t home I’d make strip him and make him do things around the house. …