his ma got too much gas during a leg operation
so she couldn't watch us very close
we drank up all the grenadine
and played floor hockey downstairs
with a tennis ball soaked in ronsonal
we were always lighting things on fire
smashing bullets with pliers and hammers
3doz eggs on the back of Ryan's parents' house
the whole hood ornament thing
bookended that girl in the easement
he was catatonic the last time I saw him
his mother still says hi
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