It’s not like you two were really related anyway.

Your parents were just married to each other, that’s it. And you went to the same school.

He never talked much but God, he was always fighting at school, beating up every punk that didn’t go his way.

« What did he do this time ? The guy you punched » you asked, sitting in front of him at lunch time.

« Ran his mouth » was all he replied, nonchalant as ever.