My Brother What?

Andy was a bit weird back in Elementary school. We were laughing about it and telling it to Luisa. But, back then, he did a lot of crazy shit...

- Andy would always be called to Dr. May (the school's peer mediator/guidance counselor) when he would fight with other people back in 2-5th grade. My dad was always embarrassed to have to come in all the time.

- Andy would watch wrestling and practice the moves on me. Some body-slamming and some (semi-light) punching and kicking. Good thing he didn't throw chairs at me.

- Andy used to chase me around the house with a butcher knife when we were home alone together. I remember crying and running into my parent's room and locking the door. He kept banging it and saying he'll chop me up when I come out. After a while, I come out and call my dad. Andy's next to me as I call my dad, and my dad asks me what's wrong, I had no choice but to say "nothing..." and hang up. After that, whenever I tried to tattle tale on him, he would pull of the phone lines... quite a scary experience I must say.

- Andy was such a bad kid one day, my dad pulled over at the police station and told him to get out the car, otherwise he'd drag him in. Good thing everyone in the car convinced my dad to give him one more chance.

I have no idea what in the world Andy was thinking, but he became a bit more normal after entering Junior High School. Because I knew he stole all my Chinese New Year money I hid in my closet and under my mattress (how silly of me). After entering High School, he finally began to become more humane and promised to stop stealing from me (money at least). But he has yet to quit his lying habits. He lied that he didn't smoke. He lied that he didn't eat my chips. Because every time he lies and he knows I know the truth, he continues to deny it with a guilty smile on his face.