Was in the supermarket tonight. Kid behind the register was probably 19. Maybe 20. Brown curly hair, palish skin, wide eyes, easy smile. He had a small tattoo on his left wrist. No design, just these words in blue:
FLY A KITE KID
I looked at it. Said to him, “What’s your tattoo mean?”
“Those,” he said, “are the last words my father said to me.”
Chilling.
