I have so much to be embarrassed about.
The bomb scare to the federal court house on the day of my friends hearing.
Setting the neighbors piles of leaves on fire on my paper route.
Sending my brothers stolen porn to the neighbors in retaliation after blaming me for the damage to their new deck from a "FIRE OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN."
That's what the cops said.
The time I put my disected frog into my teachers purse because she kept me back a grade for coloring my page completely black.
I polished that fucker.
The frog happened several years later. I saw an opportunity and ran with it.
All the fire alarms and m80s in the plumbing.
Stealing money from the school bands coats left indoors while they practiced out on the field.
Throwing snowballs at unexpected motorists.
Setting a neighbors laundry on fire as it hung on the line in their yard to.....dry.
Setting the neighbors shed on fire. My idea , but I didn't light it.
By 5th grade I would mature, I began smoking to prove it. I'd keep my fires to myself.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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