The Brother I Never Knew I Had

When my first wife and I got married, I had a few "Honeymoon" days off from The Paupers, a great Canadian band I was in at the time. It was February in Canada and we spent a week of sex and heavy clothing at a remote frozen lake north of Toronto. When it was time to get back to the real world, I was driving to the next gig which was about four hours away and I saw some poor half frozen kid, hitch hiking at the side of the road.

I pulled over and he got in, grateful for the ride. About half an hour later, nice kid, he'd thawed out and we were listening to the radio and one of my own band's songs came on. He grooves for a while, then, out of the blue says to me "You know Adam Mitchell?"

Tentatively, I say, "Ah, yeah..."

He smiles real big and says, ... "He's my brother!"

I'm sorry, life is just too weird sometimes. And no, I didn't have the heart to tell him.