I'd cut him off when we were like ten or some s**t, because I knew even back then that he was wired wrong. My parents were sticklers for standing up for the underdog and had passed that trait on to me. Stanley on the other hand, liked picking on anything weaker than him. By the second time I saw him doing that s**t I was done. After I'd bloodied his nose for f*****g with some kid that couldn't stand up for himself.
Ever since then he's done everything he could to get back into my good graces but I was done. He'd learned to leave me the f**k alone, but here lately he's been acting up again. Maybe he needed to switch his meds or some f**k, who knows.
I used to feel bad for him when we were kids, because his old man was a piece of s**t. But when he started doing the same s**t I couldn't bri
