By Daniel Vlasaty

Growing up, I never had an imaginary friend. Not sure what that says about me but I just never did. But I do remember my sister having one. It was this fat little baby looking-thing named Chebby or something like that. I also remember trying to play with them, my sister and Chebby were always getting up to something, but she never let me. She’d always say that Chebby didn’t like me or that it (he?) was mad at me or that it hated me. My sister was older than me and was never really nice when we were kids.