livejournal crazy.
so earlier today, my cell phone rings, and it's my long-lost friend sam payne on the other end. i pick up and he says, "lindsey, i have an amazing story to tell you." "tell me, sam," i says.
yesterday, sam was sitting outside at parkland college, smoking a cigarette and minding his own business, when a boy sits down next to him. they chit-chat about the day, school, their shirts--sam was wearing a grateful dead tshirt, the other kid was wearing a beatles one--and eventually the boy mentions that he's from sidell. "oh, really?" sam says. "do you know lindsey markel?" the kid looks at him for a second, then stands up, turns around, and takes off his shirt. he has MARKEL tattooed across his back--
BECAUSE IT WAS MY LITTLE BROTHER.
yesterday, sam was sitting outside at parkland college, smoking a cigarette and minding his own business, when a boy sits down next to him. they chit-chat about the day, school, their shirts--sam was wearing a grateful dead tshirt, the other kid was wearing a beatles one--and eventually the boy mentions that he's from sidell. "oh, really?" sam says. "do you know lindsey markel?" the kid looks at him for a second, then stands up, turns around, and takes off his shirt. he has MARKEL tattooed across his back--
BECAUSE IT WAS MY LITTLE BROTHER.