A Day In the Life (as a teenager)

Early on in our friendship, when we were in high school, Sam would come over and sometimes we would watch the sunset.  My parent's house - being up on the mountain and being the house that ends the street- had a mostly unobstructed view of the mountains on the other side of the valley.  It was a great way to spend a springtime evening.  One time, I remember sitting next to Sam on the bench out on the porch.  We had opened the windows so we could hear the music coming from inside the house.

Woke up. Got out of bed.
Dragged a comb across my head...


We sat there in silence for a while, listening to the music.  And then I worked up the courage to ask him a question.  I approached it with all the weight and soberness such a question merits.  I turned to him and said, "Sam?  Have you ever killed a man?"

This is where I expected him to laugh or look confused or worried or something.  Instead, without even flinching, he responded as matter of fact as if I'd asked him if he had ever taken Ms. Stone's English class;  "No.  Not that I know of.  Have you?"

"Well... " I said sheepishly.  "...I don't really want to talk about it."

"Really? Okay," He said.  And shrugged it off, like it was nothing.
"I was just kidding" I confessed, not knowing what to do now that my tease had been foiled.
"Oh yeah?"  (Now he's just confused).

And so what I thought was going to be a joke has left me a little worried.  What kind of person thinks that kind of question is NORMAL?  Who is this guy?  I couldn't tell if he's on to me or joking or what.

I still can't tell a lot of the time,  but I know one thing.
I like it.