He was only 9. I practically raised him since he was 2. Drive you crazy! Tell him to sit down, he'd stand up. Tell him do his homework, he'd read a comic book. Couldn't eat food without spitting it at you. A real shoplifter too. Go through a store, half of it'd wind up in his pocket. He was a good kid. A real handful, though.
This week's story of Casey the Punisher got me to thinking about My Bodyguard, which anyone who had HBO in 1981 has seen about 15 times, but none since 1982.