The room was small and Anthony Jr. hadn't done anything to make it feel large. He had a twin bed, a massive book shelf stuff with DVDs and comics and a variety of other things, and a large desk for his computers. There was only a couple of square feet of space in the middle of the room to walk around. And that (like everything else in the room) was covered in dirty clothes, Mountain Dew cans, and empty Doritos bags. I had given up on asking him to clean it up.
As I walked in, Anthony Jr.'s back was to me. He was on his computer, wearing a headset. I knew he was playing a video game. Anthony Jr. took after me, more than his father, I realized at that time. He had the same dark hair (though a bit shorter), the same round face and nose. His acne had cleared up, but unfortunately that had jus
