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I remember growing up, there were two brothers that lived on my block that were the biggest jerks. I’ll never forget their names, Brian and Keith. They made some of my summer days miserable during grade school and junior high. Keith was the one with the mouth on him, he was a year older than me, but he was scrawny. I wasn’t the biggest kid growing up, but I could have taken Keith down easily. But his older brother Brian was tough, and beat a couple of the kids up on the block more than once. I never physically fought them, I knew Brian would kill me, and I knew if I touched Keith, Brian would kill me again… but they just changed everything. I remember going home one day after something happened just wishing they would die. I know that’s an awful thing to say, but it’s how I felt at the time. They were the closest things I’ve ever had to real enemies. There are some people I don’t get along with now, but no one has ever been in that category of mine where I’ve had feelings like that towards them.

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