you want to know what my problem is? it’s taking the back seat to a younger brother who never deserved to have the attention he received, who had everything handed to him, so he didn’t have to fight for a scrap. see, everything—it comes easy to you, shel. ‘cause people always agree with whatever you propose. like—like you’re some kind of messiah. you snap your fingers, and people follow. and you have no idea what it feels like to have no one take you seriously, even when you know you’re right.











