Abingdon

Cyndy Lou Sends Her Regards

We shot each other in the leg twice a while back, and I guess you could say we bonded over it.

The first bullet was mutual stupidity, the kind that arrives wearing flip-flops and carrying a six-pack of IPAs. We were in the scrubby backyard behind the half-collapsed carriage house on Route 27, the one the county keeps meaning to condemn but never quite ge…