I have one of those brothers who looks for trouble, cocky, very strong and knows how to fight and loves it. Now as for me, I’m the mild mannered “can’t we all just get along” or “give peace a chance” brother.
I once watched him start a fight with a guy bigger than him, he let the guy punch him in the face hard almost knocking him down, Jesse just laughed, hit the guy once and he went down like he fell from the sky.
He went into the marines and came out this strong crazy guy with a f*** you attitude he’s had now for the last ten years. I just started worrying about him when we were in line at Walgreens and some black guy cuts in front of us. Jesse grabbed him and yanked him back hard and said “back of the line Buckwheat” I thought for sure s*** was going to hit the fan because most people in the store were black but we got out of there with only loud people yelling at Jesse. He just said he’ll be outside if anybody had anything to prove.
He told me to get into the truck and wait, I did and nobody at all came out the door for 4 or 5 minutes. Glad we dodged that bullet.