by Blake MacKenzie of The Long Stitch Goodnight by Amanda Lee
Have you ever been arrested? I hope for your sake that you have not. Todd Calloway, my friend who owns the Brew Crew, and I were arrested on St. Patrick's Day for the murder of Graham Stott. Please believe me when I tell you, I didn't do it! And I'm pretty sure Todd didn't either. But he and I were the only people in the room with the dead guy, and it looks bad for us.
Todd planned a joint St. Patrick's Day party and reunion with some of our old buddies from Alpha Sigma Phi. Well, Graham Stott wasn't the most popular guy on campus, and he didn't age well like a fine wine either. I have no idea why Todd even invited him.
Graham was a rich know-it-all who'd been drinking before he even got to the party. Sober, he was obnoxious. Drunk, he was unbearable. Several of the guys--me, included--had a grudge against Graham for one thing or another. My grudge was that he'd dated my wife, Sadie, before she and I met; and he was still carrying a torch for her.
So, here Todd and I sit in a jail cell. I don't think I've ever been so miserable in my life. Not only am I facing murder charges, the coffee here is nasty! I run a coffee shop, for goodness' sake. The coffee in this place--when I get a cup--is cruel and unnecessary punishment.
Back to my original question: have you ever been arrested? I doubt you have, or that you'd tell me if you had been...but help me pass the time here. Make up a story about...I don't know...the time you stole the Mona Lisa or something.