I thought I'd heard every crazy story about my brothers when they were kids, but I heard a couple of new ones Sunday. Sam tried to tell us about their sleepover on the roof, but he was laughing too hard to get it all out. We finally figured out that he had heard a thud in the middle of the night and when he woke up, Ben wasn't there. He'd rolled off the roof in his sleep! And they decided one night to douse a ball in lighter fluid and play soccer. The ball was headed towards some tall grass which they didn't want to catch on fire, so Sam ran, kicked it pele style over his head and nailed his friend in the face with the ball. The friend lost his eyebrows and some bangs... Once my book, 'Controlled Chaos', is finished, if it doesn't sell like I'm hoping it will, I think I'm going to move onto a book about my brother's. I'll call it, 'Uncontrolled Chaos'.
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