All conversations and events are reconstructed to the best of my memory.
So here’s the dealio, my older brother is a hude piece of shit. Like puts 200 dollars of charges on my dad’s credit card piece of shit. One weekend he decided he was going to drive to chicago to see his friends. He is very irresponsible with his finances, and spends the majority of a paycheck in one week, claiming it is for gas. Well anyways, he barged into my room asking if I could lend him money. I refused, knowing full well I would never see it again. He kept prying at me. Trying to get me to agree. At the time, I had just gotten my first job (I was 14) and did not have a debit card or account yet. I only had cash. Sitting in my wallet was around 400 dollars I had earned from fixing computers for neighbors and friends. I wasn’t going to give him any of it.
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