My Friend Robin.

A Story by Brian

How do you answer that?

Here's the deal on that.
My friend Robin (real name) used to ask me a lot of questions.
Just me.
No one else.
I just figured he figured I had everything figured out.
Go figure.
It would start from the moment we met at the top of the lane separating our two streets, until we reached the gates to the school.
Half the time I felt I actually did know a lot of the stuff.
The rest was from another planet.
"What's the capital of Mongolia"? Ulan Batar. Place names I could do.
"Who were the first fellas to fly a plane and where did they do it"? Wright Brothers, Kitty Hawk North Carolina.
"Do you think a boy could kill his mother and get away with it"?

Uhm...