Some kids brought video games to sleepovers. Mike brought a boot box full of stolen beer and a water bottle of whiskey. He was thirteen and already doing the math: three beers, Pat barely drinking, more for him. “The Shoebox” is about the last day of eighth grade and the first time relief felt like addiction.
Amped Up
They were brothers sixteen months apart, both wrestling 135 pounds for Haverford High. When Conestoga’s coaches ducked Mike and sent their best wrestler against Matt instead, Mike had to watch his younger brother take a six-minute beating that ended in a pin. Then it was Mike’s turn. The fury he’d been holding exploded in ten seconds—three shots to the head, arm drag, near-side cradle, pin. The fastest of his career. Not for glory. For his brother.
