BY TRAVIS MORAN

You gucking dope.

Sibling rivalry is often intense, always melodramatic. I’m five years older than my only brother, so coming up with new ways to inflict pain was my favorite chore. Whenever his arm would dangle from the top bunk, I’d yank him headfirst into the floor. We had to quit playing one-on-one football after I bodychecked him into the wall hedges and my mom had to pull a six-inch twig out of his eye socket. 

As we got older, things ratcheted up. Younger brothers also get bigger and have long memories. 

One day, we stopped by our parents’ house to grab something. When I came out of the bedroom, he was lying in wait at the end of the hall with an air rifle t…