Joey got in the car. What was that song Kevin liked he thought. Something by Biggie.
He queued a few then that one from college. MGMT then he drove. It was like a what 40 minute drive. How many times had he seen Kevin the past 5 years? Once? Twice if you count that tailgate.
“Damn.”
He passed through cornfields and small towns, one made him laugh.
Gas City
. His tank was relatively full maybe on the way back.
Then he arrived
Bloomington, IN
, who the fuck would shoot a gun here. He looked at some people walking students, no way they got one in the dorms.
He thought about one time Kevin in the dorms raced another guy solving a Rubik’s cube. That was the first year, they were nerds, they didn’t care.
Then he doesn’t remember who got one first or did they all get it? He shook his head.
He arrived at the place Swartz funeral home. A white building. There was an ambulance parked in the back. Do they keep the bodies here?
There were police at the entrance.
“Hello sir, are you here for Kevin’s er, Mr. Reeds funeral? Could I just ask you some questions?”
