Sitting in the back seat of the car listening to my brothers rant and rave about they’re day at school was the worst. Trying to compete with they’re stories left me feeling like I had just farted in a quiet classroom; the reactions were giggles mixed with sympathy. My mom would humor me, and say, “what else happened today honey?” and I would proceed with my mundane stories, that seemed funny in my head. My brothers on the other hand had my mom in hysterics the whole ride home. This made me feel inadequate, and jealous. So naturally, I had to think of a way of impressing my mom more than them. So I started to make up stories. I remember one gem in particular about a Korean friend of mine at the time, Trisha Mokriski. Trisha had a lying problem too, so we would work off each other constantly. She told a few classmates and I that before she moved to America to live with her foster parents, she lived in a small village in Korea. While there, she witnessed her father murder her mother. She said he poisoned her with a vile of blue liquid poison that he would wear around his neck. I thought this story was great. Sure, it wouldn’t make mom and the boys laugh, but it would definitely get mom to turn down her Whitney Houston tape out of intrigue. I had to spice up the story more though, so I said that because Trisha witnessed the murder she has kept hush hush about it due to the fact that her father threatened to find her and kill her if she ever told. I added that her foster parents were unaware of this… and to not tell them or Trisha might get murdered. My brother Sean started laughing at me and demand to confess that I was lying. My other brother Matt told Sean to give me a break; he was always such a sweet enabler. I can’t remember what my mom said or did, but I’m sure she had a good laugh with my dad later that night.
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