I caught Gerald’s arm and said, “Don’t be a dick.” “Shut up, Moo Cow. You ain’t his dad.” “He’s just little.” “Yeah, and shit at sport.” I held my ground with a glare. Gerald said, “This is how we learned.” Like I needed any reminding of that. Dad had yelled at us every day of our lives. Sure, we’d toughened up, and fast. But that didn’t make it great parenting.
