Sometimes All You Need is a Good Shove

When we were kids, my brothers and I were horrible. I mean, how many children can say they were so bad, other trailer trash would not let their children play with them? That was us. As is often the case with horrible children, one of us caught the brunt of every wild idea that ever came into our mean-spirited, hey-y’all-watch-this heads. That would be my youngest brother. The fact he is not a serial killer, but a law-abiding, upstanding citizen is nothing short of a miracle, because we tortur...