once upon a time, i thought i was hercules.
to prove it to myself, i stuck my dad's prized prudential, ten year anniversary, metal ruler between the radiator coils and using my newly acquired supernatural strength, along with some smart leveraging techniques, i bent it.
i showed the results to my younger brothers.
it scared them.
but only recently i learned not for the obvious reason—that i had in fact become hercules.
it scared them that i was fourteen and their older brother.
i was what i guess they considered an odd egg and bad for girl business.
personally, i just had a furtive imagination.
whatever, i still bent it.