2: Chase.

I’m going to kill my cousin.

It’s Saturday night, and he’s getting married in two weeks. I’m his best man, and I’m in charge of his bachelor party. I had everything planned out for a poker night at my house with his buddies, but that wasn’t what Tino wanted. As soon as the guys got to the house, they started pounding liquor and talking about going clubbing. I’d had a chef come in to make wings to order and some carved brisket. I’d spent weeks making sure everything was perfect, then an hour into the party and Tino was calling around for a limo.

We’re both only children, so the two of us grew up basically like brothers, but we couldn’t be more different. He’s five years older than me and still acts like he’s in college. We were all surprised when he said he was getting married, but if anything, I’ve learned Tino is unpredictable.

“Now this is what I’m talking about.” Tino stretches his arms wide outside the strip club, and his friends start cheering and slapping him on the back.

I’m th