Yesterday my brother came running into the house panting. "You know Nathan...? The guy next door...? Our neighbor...? Ex-Con...? Well... he gave me... hold on... I need to catch my breath." What? A gun? Explosives? Cocain?! SPIT IT OUT, BOY! "He had an extra Obama sign, so he gave it to me." Although cool, this was very anticlimactic news. I was expecting him to say a bloody ax or something. My mom found the sign in our garage last night. I was up in my room doing my hair when I heard her... read more
