Together two boys squeezed into a oversized leather coat. If it weren't for the hair color the two could be mistaken for twins. Both the same hight with the same goofy smiles on their faces. They're unaware of so much, both are happy. One doesn't understand the danger his father has been in, just to protect their country. The other doesn't know that fourteen years of smoking in her youth would give his mother an illness known for it's high death tolls. Neither know. They don't know that in the next few years they will drift apart and that their brotherly friendship will only briefly be mentioned and will only be mentioned in past tense. These boys don't know much, but it's what gives them joy. They don't know that they're lower middle class. They do know that rolling down hills, in old vacuum cleaner boxes, will provide hours of fun and head trauma. These boys don't know much. But maybe. It's for the better.
