"Got it!" I called out as I landed in the bush.
Eb laughed, "Drake you're such a dumbass I sware you'd run out in traffic just to catch that damn ball." I just smiled. I knew I was being stupid, but we were bored. Besides, playing football was all there was to do on a Saturday afternoon in this town. Just as Eb opened his mouth to say something, we heard his dad cussing and throwing a fit.
"What the fuck! There is no damn way that fucked up son of a bitch is comin back to my house!"
"Jack shut up and calm your ass down! He's comin back here so deal with it besides he'll have his medication."
I looked at Eb like 'huh?' "Who are they talking about?"
"My cousin, he's in the nut house, can't say one sentence without stutterin to save his damn life."
"Your a mean one Mr. Grinch." I smiled. That was my catch phrase along with 'Huh?' and 'I don't get it'. "He can't be that bad." I said as I tossed the football at him.
Wanna bet?" He questioned as he caught it. I just shrugged. Knowing Eb's family there was no telling what this kid was like.
"How old is he?"
"A year younger than us."
"Yippide-doodah so are we gonna be babysittin him?"
"Probably." Great I thought. That's all we needed to make this summer suck worse.