How the worm has turned!

When I was twelve, I spent a year in Guam with my grandparents. It was a tropical island with beaches everywhere, a booming tourism industry, and extremely cute military personnel. I went to school with my cousin Michael. We're the same age, so we had the same classes and rode the bus together and all that jazz. I was the good boy and Michael was the spawn of Satan. He'd steal cars, he was in a gang, he lied, he cheated on tests, and he stole money from his parents. I always told him that he'd end up in prison someday as I threw my head back and chuckled with my perfect report card and the admiration of my family and his.

Fast forward thirteen years. I live in Chicago with a so-so job, $200 in my bank account, a handful of friends, and a studio apartment. Michael is now living in San Diego as a criminal justice lawyer. He lives in his own condo and I think he drives a Camaro. What the fuck, dude?!??! He was stealing cars while I was studying for my history test and why am I the one begging mama for money every month to help me with my rent? Is Karma not the biggest bitch? I guess I shouldn't have laughed at him when he got jumped by two ganster girls after PE that one day 13 years ago.