In elementary school I had a friend with 4 big brothers. This friend had one eye super lazy, like it was injured.
He invited to spend the night at his house. Out on the front porch the older brothers come out with BB guns and start counting. Friend runs off into the desert advising me to run.
As I am running bb’s whizzing by my head as I jump into the ditch for cover.
That night I found out why my friend was cross-eyed.
After this initializing me they were super cool and taught me how to make little gadgets with things like a cloth pin and origami stuff. They moved when I was young to Oregon I think and all became bikers.
I was lucky I was wearing jeans and it hit the pocket rivet. The bruise, however, was quite spectacular.
In elementary school I had a friend with 4 big brothers. This friend had one eye super lazy, like it was injured.
He invited to spend the night at his house. Out on the front porch the older brothers come out with BB guns and start counting. Friend runs off into the desert advising me to run.
As I am running bb’s whizzing by my head as I jump into the ditch for cover.
That night I found out why my friend was cross-eyed.
After this initializing me they were super cool and taught me how to make little gadgets with things like a cloth pin and origami stuff. They moved when I was young to Oregon I think and all became bikers.
Big brothers can be jerks.
Oi. They can be.