Fireworks

 

My cousin, Debbie is a sweet, family, country girl but her boyfriends were

thugs.  Gary returned from a family vacation down south somewhere with

fireworks. And I gotta tell ya, selling fireworks is a good way to unite the

local delinquents.

 

One night, Steve G., Doug and I took off hitchhiking at 10 or 11 pm to see

Mary and Monique.  Two cute girls who had never spoken to, smiled at, or

in any other way acknowledged us.  We got let out in an area known for "gangs"and walked bravely thinking we'd be safe once we crossed the train tracks.  But, as we crossed we saw that there were people waiting for us.  Vernon, Clinton, Offa and Larry, the four scariest people on our school bus and they had us cornered except for one thing ---- I had fireworks.  I dropped 'em a couple packs of firecrackers to pay our toll.  

 

We got by and my terrorists

                     became my friends.