Ten years ago, my brother was tending bar at a little beer joint in Montgomery, Alabama. One night, Tommy Lee Jones comes strolling in wearing a purple pimp suit. My brother, trying to be extra friendly and hoping for a large tip, says "Nice suit, man..I've been thinking on getting me one just like it."
Just as these words escaped my brother's lips, a large clap of thunder resounded through the building and all the lights went out. It was several minutes before they came back on again. When they did, Tommy Lee Jones was nowhere to be found and my brothers head was resting on a broomstick. Attached to the broomstick was a note, written on cardboard with my brother's blood that read "Snap Crackle Pop. I hate copycats."
It sure has been hard on my seven nephews without their dad around the last 15 years.
2007-05-29
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