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I don't have any good stories, as I am a pretty calm person and don't get pissed off easily. And I don't generally piss others off much either.
But my brother did a lot of stupid shit when he was growing up that got on my nerves, and we had our share of exchanging knuckles over them.
Once he sold my collection of rare cartoons, worth well over a thousand bucks, for about 50 bucks, behind my back, so he could score some quick booze for the weekend.
Another time, he took my debit card without my permission and tried to wine & dine his pals with it. However, they got caught as the cashier figured out it wasn't his card. I had a fun time sorting that out.
Then, when I was living and going to school about 2 hours away from home, I'd left my car at home for the week, as I usually came home on the weekends. He had borrowed the car, and had managed to bust it up (it was a small sedan and he had blown the transaxle, how the fuck he did that is beyond me), so he had left it at his school's parking lot for a few days...and nights. He claimed he had intended to go back and have it towed to my uncle's repair shop, but before he found the time to do that some punks had busted all the windows in and stolen whatever was worth anything. All this during the winter so the interior was covered in snow. He called me and told me about it, and I told him he had about 2 hours worth of headway and that he should buy a gun in case I ever track him down.
I was, well, not happy.
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