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Our game plan was far from clever
by mickeyz
2010 January 27 05:48:11
Our target that night was familiar:
a candy and stationery store owned
by a rotund fellow we called Tobin
(although I never learned why)
The store was usually closed but
we yelled up to where poor old
Tobin lived above the store
Our youthful voices would turn sweet
as we assured Tobin that his good friends
needed to browse his establishment
He always relented
Tobin was \"slow\"
That\'s the word they used back then
Today, he might be
\"developmentally disabled\"
Our game plan was far from clever
One of us, his good friends, would
talk with Tobin while the other three
pillaged his rather pitiful shop:
comic books, penknives, other trivial booty
It wasn\'t about quality
It wasn\'t what we stole, just that we stole
Thrill as its own reward
That night we steered clear of penknives
Just a few short weeks ago, Bobby and I
sold our purloined blades to the younger
hooligans at our Catholic school
They were more than happy to part
with their lunch money to buy
cool weapons from the school heroes
and we had cash for a nickel bag
We certainly didn\'t plan on the
little criminals staging knife fights
in full view of teachers
They sang like birdies when caught
and we used our gift with the tongue
to talk our way out of that jam
hooligans
by bill_ectric
2010 January 27
I love the title of this one. Good story, too.
for the thrill
by michele6933
2010 January 27
stealing :
nature
or nurture ?
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