I remembered when we were kids. I remembered that we were two very bad kids, always in some sort of trouble. We were always together, about to get a beating, getting yelled at, beating up people, getting beat up, talking to girls, everything.

I remember one time I was hanging out with Greg and we just looked at each other and decicded to go blow up mailboxes with fireworks. We got the most intense beatings of our lives. Our moms were best friends(what choice did they have between the two of us), so our “auntys” beat us, then we got beat by our moms, then our dads. We cooled out for a while, about a year, until we turned thirteen. Then we found a new hobby to occupy our time: girls. That’s when it all started to go downhill…