Tongues

The actual scarring of your 5th grade skin occurred in the drive way under a white Chevy 4 wheel drive full size pick up(member of the 4 Wheel Drive Posse of which the Grease Man could also be counted as a member). Ricky...the intended target of the assault was however stationary on a bmx style bike in the middle of Plymouth Place, not but a 1/2 block from the very same RR tracks that Parco chased his last train. The glass that pierced your skin was concealed beneath long needle pine straw. That same tree laid the bedding in which your cousin Scott must have rolled in for a good 10 minutes while he screamed holding his arm and simultaneously cursing me and crying for his mom, my God mother and speaker of tongues.