08/12/2019 - 08/18/2019
We heard a loud thud and the screeching of breaks as the ball smashed into the side of a passing leisure van. The van's cheesy mural of a viking had a thick, solid streak of cheese straight across it. like an orange line down the entire length of the van. Harold and I ran across the ditch, over the field fence and hid in the tall grass.
Chris wasn't so lucky.
The dude jumped out of his van and started freaking out!
He kept screaming and asking 'why the hell we would do that?!'
Chris was apologizing and told the stranger he would clean it off, at which point he began to rip tall grass and bobcat tails out of the ditch. Chris attempted to clean off the mess but only managed to make it worse when he got the grass and stems and gravel all stuck to the cheese.
The man finally gave up, but not before telling Chris he should 'kick his little fucking head in'.
After the van peeled away, we rejoined our Stepbrother in the cloud of dust at the side of the road.
Chris looked at us through the tears in his eyes and asked us:
"Why did you run away?"
In unison we said:
"Why didn't you?"
I think we all had a different idea about trust after that day.
(technically, we ate)
I saw my Stepbrother Chris for the first time in 25 years!
(On the way there I saw a car hydroplane into the wall on the highway in the rain.)