Speaking of ''Off and Running.''

This is easy.


I have an older sister. 7 years my senior. She use to write notes, asking the store owner to '' Please sell my son a pack of Marlboros.'' I swear to God. They were 50 cents a pack.
Upon delivery, she'd give me a couple and say '' Now. If you tell on me, I'll tell on you.''
I was 8 fucking years old but me and my brother would smoke them.

The last time I saw her she was bumming smokes off of me.


When I was 9 or about to turn 9, my family moved up again. We moved out of the projects. Right accross the fucking street.

I didn't miss the projects. Hell. I was a stones throw away.

I loved the projects.

I smelled my first dead cat there.

I also saw my first dead body there. They smell the same.

My friends came across this body. Did they call the police? Fuck no! We learned from an early age not to be cop callers.
They called their friends.

This guy was lying in some bushes next to the freeway. His pants wre off and his dick was cut off. He was covered with ants.
Someone told their mom and she called the cops.

Did it bother me to see a dead body? I don't think so. I never for got it but I never had dreams about it like I do about some pics that I have seen on the web.

There weren't many playgrounds in the projects so we had to find our own fun. Like taking pieces of cardboard to the nearby hills and sliding down on them.

The one good time (besides tasting pee) that I'll never forget is finding a (huge) box spring and taking to the bridge.

I lived near the freeway and there was a walk across bridge.
It has stairs like this.........

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We would all climb on that fucker, carrying that box spring and ride it down.
I swear. We'd get airborn off of that landing. It was a fucking blast.
That is until Chris fell off the front and got ran over.

There were rumors that he was pushed but I was on the back so I don't know .
Nor, do I give a fuck. As long as it wasn't me.