THE BET
You know how you have those buddies that are friends, but really sometimes you just hate the guy? That’s how I was with Eric. We were always buddies but something about him rubbed me the wrong way. It could have been feeling envious of the fact that he alternated cars he drove to school between the two convertibles his rich parents had given him. Maybe it was some subconscious jealousy at how much more athletic he was—we were both on the basketball team except I came off the bench as our back-up point guard at 5’11” and he was our starting power forward at 6’5”… he was definitely more built too, spending hours at the gym everyday after class while I usually went home to hangout with my girlfriend.