My Brother My Pimp
I grew up in a trailer park and so any class discussion would be irrelevant. We had a roof over our heads and fortunately never starved, but my parents worked their arses off in menial jobs to give my brother and me a reasonable education and stability in our daily existence.At the time of my story, my brother was in his final school year, one he enjoyed so much that he was compelled to do it twice. Although Nate was two years older than me we now found ourselves a year apart at school, with me...