The first time.
When I was younger I had a small tight knit group of friends from my street and we did everything together. I was closer to one friend in particular, CB. I looked up to CB because he was two years older than me so of course he had to be so much more mature. He and I hung out way more with each other than we did with anyone else in the group. We did everything together. Rode our bikes for miles, played pranks on the other friends and generally became one another’s best friends.
CB had a rough home life. He was a single child that was the product of divorce. Granted it was awesome for him that he got two Christmas’s, but then again, it was two Christmas’s. His mother was a religious tyrant, always yelling at him and our group quoting only the most hateful things she could find in the Bible. She was quite a hefty woman that often got stuck in chairs/doorways and has on multiple occasions flipped a picnic table by simply sitting on it. His dad only came around when something needed done to the house or he needed to pick something up. A little more than a flyby father. I remember he wasn’t much taller than me at that age and he wasn’t skinny or fat. Kind of a weekend beer binger type. Mom is white and dad is black. Typical black guy regretting getting the morbidly obese white chick pregnant.