Rock n' Roll and Rosaries (hiatus)
Kirksville, Kansas was your typical small town, there's a bowling alley just down the road past the library and the Cliffhouse diner. There's the small park a quarter of a mile away from the bowling alley that seems nearly abandoned with the lone swing set sitting and rusting after years of neglect. But the heart of the town lies in the middle, The Kirksville the Catholic Chapel of Christ stands tall and proud with the cross on top of the white building visible from every place in the town.
Everyone in the town knows each other, and everyone bonds together over their faith. So, when I heard that a new family would be moving in across the street from us I expected them to fit right in with the people of the town. After all, we've never had anyone in this town that was different from everyone else anyway. So when I saw a white SUV pull up to the house across the street the next morning with a moving trailer attached to it I didn't think anything of it. It wasn't until about 30 seconds later when a black motorcycle pulled up behind the moving van blaring loud, guitar-heavy, music that my interest had peaked.