Like my father, I have a dark side. Generally, it manifests itself through a sense of humor based in painful realities and brutal consequences. However, during my early teen's it took on another characteristic altogether: That of the Evil Genius. As a thirteen-year-old Evil Genius I developed such projects as Poison Ivy juice, fraudulent promotional materials for urine-soaked gum and air-powered bean shooters. These innovations enjoyed various levels of success, but I don't mean to suggest that Evil Genius is only attainable through long-range projects or that I was the only member of my family to demonstrate such dark tendencies. Though my sister was never quite as structured as I in her endeavors, she nevertheless attained the distinction of Evil Genius several years prior based largely on a single incident.
They met at a little sports bar he had attended regularly for years. It just so happened that, on this afternoon, she found only one seat available and it happened to be next to him. She politely said, “Hello. Is this seat saved?”