Break

There are two sides to every story!
Apparently, the way Marley Drummond remembered the events of that band camp were not the way I remembered them. We were torn apart like a Shakespearean tragedy, but Spring Break my senior year of high school, his freshman year of college, brought us back together. I came back with more than his lips tattooed on the back of my shoulder.
All I can say is, it was a week that changed my life, and his, forever.