Fare Thee Well Brother

I got a phone call from the cops in melbourne, saying that a man with my address in his wallet had been found in a critical condition on the street. His bike was a mangled wreck (so bad, they can't tell bike from trailer) and e-mailed me a couple pics. I gave them a positive ID and they were grateful. Next I got a call from the hospital who told me that my brother had been brought in and things were bad. They were going to do everything they could, but chances are that he's not going to pull through this. I'm, hoping to get down there on Thursday to see him and tell my little brothers, it's always better to tell them face-to-face.

My big brother Rufus

ok, I've talked a lot about my bro to my friends, and here's a little extra something about him.

He's got three tats - one on his left shoulder, one runs down his right thigh and one curls around his neck. The one on his shoulder is my fave, it's a beautiful Harley popping a wheelie, it's fully conoured and just amazing. The one on his thigh is a tribal design thjat centers around a heart that's got all our names written in side, in the order of birth, so, from the top down it reads Rufus, Helen, Kristy, Zeke, Zach. Around his neck is his pride and joy, but I don't understand it. It's the Marine symbol from America with USMC written around it. I know it had to hurt, but I don't get why he had it done. He's seven feet tall with a braid that he can tuck in the back of his jeans, rides a Harley Softail that he fully remodled himself and swears like a trooper.