And then I was kidnapped. Kidnapped. Who the hell kidnaps kids these days?" Who? I don't know. Sinister?" Hush Phillip." No not Sinister, Arcade. Or i... this case, his lackeys' hired some Russian mafia to bring me to the US of A to force the X-Men to rescue Arcade from Dr. Doom. Stupid I know, but that is how I came to live with my brother. Suddenly, life wasn't hard, life was WONDERFUL. I learned English, learned to shop, Piotr and his girlfriend who is now my best friend, Katya, took me. They had been in love for months and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company every weekend, but this last Saturday night had unaccountably overwhelmed them both with an intensity of physical and emotional passion neither had anticipated. On Sunday evening they were reluctant to part, clinging to each other with almost embarrassing fervor.And even though they had confessed to one another their need to see each other more often, they were both somehow spooked by this strong outpouring of emotion. It sounded crazy to me, but once she showed me the figures I agreed with her.I didn’t know exactly how much my portfolio fund was worth anymore. It had grown so much, with many deductions for charities and taxes; it had gone beyond my ability to keep track of it.Another change was I found the more money I made, the harder it became to invest my money. It wasn’t that finding the companies was any harder. But there were only so many shares you could buy, before your buying affected the market. I mean fuck—no plays, no running, no weights---what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that deal of that sloppy head every week goodbye. “Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You can't be first string—let alone a starter”. The words hit my brain like a bullet. “These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to play the team now, and support them. I know you.