(© Chris Hondros)
I first met my friend Andrew in middle school. Our relationship, at first, consisted of me teasing him mercilessly, but eventually evolved into us, both self-appointed loners, sitting in the cafeteria every day senior year of high school, shooting the shit and laughing our asses off.
Andrew did a tour in Iraq as a Sergeant in the Infantry of the United States Army at the beginning of the war. Upon his return home, he started writing stories, some of which he’s sent me over the years. I’ve always loved them—Andrew has the lyrical tongue of an Irishman with the wit of someone who observes life from the outside.
I asked him if I could publish one of them on my blog, and he said yes. So it’s below. I’m really excited about it, and I think that you’ll think its as surreal, melancholy and jarring as I did the first time I read it.