elmokyle86
I had just turned thirteen years of age, when I had met him for the very first time. He moved into our quiet neighborhood in the early summer of 1985. Some had verbally posited the idea; that he was a drifter, with no family, peregrinating from town to town, with no sense of home and a deep underlying sadness about him.
While others expressed the hasty idea he was some remotely double agent, sent to cause espionage, in order to infiltrate our peaceful and rather boring neighborhood. Everyone else though believed that he secretly worked for the KGB, as well as the local underground mafia that secretly ran and operated this town. I knew who he was.
He was the man from nowhere. I loved him dearly with all my heart. I was proud to call him my beloved friend. This is my story and how it unfolds before your eyes...