Today I received a phone call from my brother, Darin. We were planning driving to my brother Jason's for Thanksgiving tomorrow. He said "Hey bro, I need you to pick something up for tomorrow".
So I respond, "Ok, sure man. What do you need me to pick up?"
And his response took me a little off guard, "12 gauge shot gun shells."
I was thinking more like cranberries, but ok. "Ok, I'll head over to Bass Pro after work," But then something popped into my head, "Hey Darin, we already have the turkey for tomorrow, right?"
I'll pack my bags I swear I'll run, wish my friends were twenty-one