Chapter 1: Frogs and Toads.
Have you ever found it fascinating that things can look so similar, yet, be so different from each other? Take frogs and toads for example; frogs mostly live in the water while toads live on land. I find Micheal and I's situation very similar to this one.
Micheal Woburn and I have been inseparable since we were about two years old sitting in my driveway enjoying a bitter-sweet, homemade cherry popsicle. He was my peanut butter to my chocolate, or my candle to my wax; he was always there for me.
Although Micheal was a little younger than I was, we were always known as "twins". It's funny to think about that now because our personalities were nothing alike. Sure, our straw hair and our milky eyes looked almost like a perfect match, but he always wanted bananas on his sandwiches rather than jelly.
It has always been that way, actually. He has always been the "Micheal Jackson" to everyone he knew; an extrovert who always knew what he wanted. Me on the other hand, I wasn't anything special. I never got the girls or the gigs or really anything Micheal craved in his 'fabulous' life, I got the leftovers.
It never bothered me, well, until last summer. Still, I never fed into the 'unsaid competition' that went on in-between us. Maybe things would have ended differently if I had said something, or if I had warned him about what my gut told me. Nevertheless, it all started on a steamy Tennessee night in my brother's rusted truck.
