It All Comes Around to Bite You
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When I got back from the wrestling meet tonight, I had 2 messages on my landline, and one on my cell. They were all from my mom, and she had some intersting news. Asshole is sitting in jail.

Many people don't know this, but a couple of years ago my brother was minutes away from death after a car accident in which the 21-year-old Asshole male in the following article was driving.
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Sometimes, I think that you have karma, and what you do right could help you in the end, and what you do wrong will come back to bite you in the butt. And I hope that's what happened here, because here is a paraphrase of a conversation my friend had with the asshole a month after the accident, while my brother was still in the hospital.

ASSHOLE: It's too bad I didn't get the job done.
FRIEND: What do you mean, didn't get the job done.
ASSHOLE: Brother #1 wasn't killed in the accident.

I have never really hated anyone in my life, but I hate this asshole. While my brother was struggling for life (plus missing his senior homecoming because he was in a coma for two weeks) this asshole was hoping he would die. Why, do you ask? Because Brother #1 was a better person, better athlete, better scholar and better friend than Asshole was.

The unfortunate part is that because of this accident, Brother #1 could not finish his stellar senior football season, and had a hard time pitching in baseball the next summer. In fact, he was at one time hoping to get a scholarship to college for pitching, and even hoping to make it the minor leagues. Now, he never will, due to the broken bones and head injuries.

That's why I hate Asshole.