Grade school antics rule. They are my favorite. I have such a great fondness for youthful mayhem that when some little punk finally nails me in the face with a snowball because I’m an awkward adult, I will smile. Stinging ice dripping from my face, I’ll think back to those bus windshields I smashed with iceballs and my mother-escorted trip to the police station. Ah, the laughter… For boys especially, farts, vandalism, petty theft and fire play a role in how we develop (or fail to develop) into adults. I was lucky enough to explore the dark side of petty crime and mayhem for the first time(s) with the author of this story. And I can vouch for most of it. Enjoy:
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