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Jesse’s Curse Jesse had always been a misfit and a screw up. In high school he had done drugs and drank. He had his licensed revoked at a young age because of driving under the influence. That was a good thing considering he was nearly always under the influence. However, when my mother and I were living in Norway, Michigan with Jesse he slowly got better. He was told he had a liver disorder due to his drinking problem a year prior, so he had to go cold turkey. When Jesse was employed at loadmaster, as a welder, was when he was at his most sober point. I don’t remember him drinking any time but Friday and Saturday nights, and sometimes he came straight home from work and went to bed. When he was sober he was a different person, he was more …show more content…

I then would sit and watch for awhile. Still didn't understand what a motherboard was but oh well. It was just interesting to see him in a state of awareness. Any other time Jesse was a bit of a slob and didn’t care about the repercussions of his actions. However, working on a computer was meticulous; Jesse was careful and concise and it was nothing like him any other time. Jesse was a smart guy, I remember when we would watch Jeopardy he knew all the answers. It amazed me how a kid who partied his way through high school could have the intelligence level he did. Even now, years later in college, I wouldn’t be able to meet his level of intelligence. However, Jesse was modest in some ways. He didn't believe he was clever. “I’m handy at best,” he would say. This was one likeable trait Jesse had; another was a passion for the things he loved. He loved Pink Floyd, Willie Nelson and his …show more content…

“Probably around twelve or one.” As my mom left she always said, “Lock the doors, and don't forget about the back door.” “I know,” I constantly would reply. She tried to tell me other things but I was mad she was leaving again to follow him to the bar. I muted whatever she tried to tell me. I just kept saying, “ I know.” When they finally walked out the door and it had clicked shut I whispered to myself “I hate you.” That night the “I hate you” was aimed at Jesse. That night I actually did go to bed early because I was mad and didn't want deal with them later. It was 3:04 when I woke up. I sat in bed for a couple minutes because something had woken me up quite abruptly. I sat up and listened, and after a couple minutes I heard banging for somewhere in the house. I figured it was Jesse trying to get into the house so I still sat there and waited. Jesse would always come home and bang on windows and doors around the house if it was locked. It used to scare me but I had gotten so accustomed to it sometimes I didn't even wake up. The knock sounded

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