By J.J. Macke

I met a young kid the other day, impressed me. Not sure why, or how, he just did, and that’s a big deal ‘cuz I ain’t easily impressed, ya know’m sayin’?¬†There was nothin’ extra-ordinary about this kid, either. He looked in his late teens, early twenties, blondish hair neatly trimmed, almost military, and a freckle here an’ there on a not-bad Anglo face. He stood medium build, ’round 6 foot, wearing ¬†blue jeans, a white T, and black sandles, south o’ the border style and…I know, I know, you’re thinkin’ it all sounds a lot like a police report Continue reading