Jo Joe is an awful and mostly gross caricature of one of my oldest friends. Everyone that knew him liked him — hell even loved him as a brother — when he was in a good mood, as he was a great kid… MOST of the time.
But nobody wanted to be near him when he was in his “bully” mood. He almost had a split personality disorder. One never knew what would bring that side of him out — wanting to impress girls, wanted to act tough around other tough-guy bullies, a video game, a backyard football or pickup basketball game, maybe his mom or dad making him do too many chores — nobody knew. But when it happened, we would joke around about how odd and mean he could get. And his butt wasn’t that big… big for a teenager of that period of time, but not THAT big.
These were our stories.
