The man I call my COUSIN

The area I grew up in was like a vicinity under attack during war. A lot of commotion and stupidness was occurring. When I was a young lad, I chilled a lot with my older cousin. He was about 16, 6 years older and wise than me. He was short, stocky, and had blubber all over his fat ass. He was a weird character I tell ya. He would laugh at me because I was still a virgin! What kind of normal kid would lose their virginity at the age of 13? Disgusting freak. My cousin was such a bad influence. Almost everyday, he would try to get me to take a hit from his blunt. He had such juvenile behaviour. He was like a caged animal just anticipating his escape. He was into chopping that ganja, which got him into heat with the law for the first time. You would think that the punk would learn the first time. Nope, he was an arsonist. He had an awkward fetish for setting things on fire. What a dumbass. It was crystal clear that he was legally blinded. I know that he knew what was right or wrong. But he couldn’t care less. Sometimes, I actually thought something was wrong with him. His actions were just preposterous. He would always get into trouble but make the situation even worse. For example, he would always abscond after he knew he did something stupid. So he would try to hide. Meticulosity probably wasn’t on his resume. He was extremely careless and irresponsible. No wonder he always got caught. He didn’t get away with anything. That’s enough of his sad teenage years. He’s now 23 years young. A full grown man. Finally with a full grown brain. Remember when I said I always thought something was wrong with him? Well, his name on MSN is, and always has been, “Psychosis.”