Reuben

Bitter.  

He lived in a shed with his cousin Rhonda.  Drinking problem like you wouldn’t believe.  Mostly preferred the brown liquor, but dabbled in the vodka and the gin when he was out of charm and cash.

His aunt was an asshole who was always fighting with his mother.  She would Facebook him and comment on his posts, and then say things like “that’s why your kids turned out the way they did” behind his back to his mother.  Her bread was always toasted and falling into some kind of soup.

Reuben was ready to change, but he wasn’t sure what his next move would be.  He’d been a deli favorite his whole life.  He was really hard to make at home, which made Reuben a bit of an arsehole.  He also didn’t really want to go back to school.  Real estate wasn’t an option--in this economy? He’d considered transporting drugs in his butt except he wasn’t sure if he had one. 

He settled on a pig farm in eastern Oregon.  He was raped daily until his death in May of ’08.