-TRIGGER WARNING IF YOU READ AHEAD- The second biggest time I was assaulted was by two brothers. We lived in Lewiston, on Maple Street, in another dilapidated fourth floor apartment. Our backyard was a dirt lot where tenants from three or four different apartment buildings parked their vehicles. As kids, we would play in the lot, and on one side – there was a patch of woods where wild rhubarb grew. I would sometimes bring a Ziploc bag of brown sugar with me and dip the rhubarb in, coating it with the sugar. I was around ten years old. These two brothers were well-known in the area for their cruel ways, their incestuous habits, their filthy appearance. When I first saw them outside, I…