We
played a lot of video games, Mike and I;
late-80s,
classic 8-bit Nintendo games:
Metroid,
Mike Tyson's Punch-Out, Pro Wrestling, Ikari Warriors, Contra...
I
was seven or eight, he a year or two younger
he
and his mom lived above the bar where she worked until close
so
we had a lot of time to play video games in the morning while she
slept
unfortunately,
when the game didn't go his way (which happened half the time)
he
got mean
he'd
almost always call my mother an El Cajon Blvd whore, say that I loved
my sister's dirty panocha
that
sort of thing
At
first, I never gave it back
I
couldn't
it
didn't seem worth it for a video game
but
it wore on me
wore
on me bad
so
eventually, I calculated an insult that would really hurt him
I
turned it over and over in my mind
it
was one of those perfect insults
expressly
crafted to hurt a specific individual
the
kind of exacting insult that can only come from someone close
someone
who knows your fears and struggles
and
can thus pinpoint precisely where your most sensitive nerve is
and
punch a whole right through your heart
so
the next time I was winning, and he started up on me
I
said it:
“Yeah,
well, we're richer than you.”
He
didn't have a response; he was silent
but
his mom did;
She
usually slept on the couch in the living room with us,
but
since she'd never reprimanded him for saying those fucked up things
to me
I'd
always assumed she slept through it and never heard a word
But
when I told Mike that we were richer than him
all
of his insults didn't matter
and
it didn't matter that my family lived three blocks away from Mike and
his mom,
that
the only real socio-economic difference between our families
was
that my parents hadn't divorced yet
His mom, said, “Well. that's because you have two parents who work.”
I
felt horrible
worse
than horrible
because
I was wrong, you see
Mike
had been right all along
I
didn't realize until years later
that
Mike's mom had certainly heard him hurting me
saying
things about my mom and my sister
but
she did nothing
so
I thought I deserved it
that I was the one who had gone too far
the
one good thing I took from the experience
was
that I never honed my verbal ability to hurt that people I care about
no
matter what they do or say to me,
and
I never will
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