Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.
This is a photo from when I lived in Brooklyn Heights. That’s me on the far left. Man, we used to get in trouble, but we always hung out together. I’ll just share a couple of memories with you.
The police were like a second father to us. I remember someone stole one of our bikes. The police immediately gave us some ice cream and put us in the back of their squad car. We drove around looking for the bike. I remember being worried about all of our ice cream melting on the seat. That would have been a great photo.
We all carried sharpened popsicle sticks in our back pockets. We thought it was cool. And it was cool until we discovered that a sharpened popsicle stick goes into someone’s calf like a hot knife into butter. Yeah, we got in trouble for shivving someone. The nurse at the playground was not amused. (They used to have a nurse on duty at the playground. And the person we shivved was a person trying to steal another bike.)
Brooklyn Heights was pretty cool. We lived right next to the promenade on Montague Street. 68 Montague on the top floor. I went back there before I got injured and everything looked small, but then I got down on my knees and I had an “aha” moment. It was also the first time I ever told a lie. I found a dollar bill in the street so I immediately went to the corner penny candy store and slapped the bill on the counter. I said, “OK, I’ll take a hundred pieces of gum.” The owner of the store said “Does your mother approve of this?” And I lied. I said, “Yup.”
That’s it for this week. I want to keep it short. I’m working on a project. Can you please sign this petition and share it with as many people as possible. You might have to copy and paste it.
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Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice