[ WP ] They told you to make something of yourself . They were admittedly impressed , but the way you did it and they way they meant it were two entirely different things .

`` Are you proud of me, mommy?'' Jason said, standing over his brother's bloody corpse, a broken-off pool cue clenched in one hand. `` You always said you wanted me to make something of myself, so I did. Dean's List, High Honor Roll, AP classes... All-State honors as a lineman, Varsity defensive captain three years running... A full-ride to Seattle State for football... And none of it mattered. Because of Freddy. *Freddy. * Your precious baby boy. He was always one-upping me, was n't he? I had a 4.0 GPA, he had a 4.1. I was the star defensive lineman, but HE was the *quarterback. * I was going to play football in college, but he was going to med school., just like you always wanted.'' 
 `` But I made something of myself, mommy. I sure did. And now you only have me to be proud of...''
