Christmas Carol part8
and the strung like a million little christmas lights all oover the
house, the kids thath were seriously tripping would just stand and
stare at the ceiling ike they seen God. It was a fucking hoot, SIxth
grade me and Stiv wrapped this one kid in this silver tinsel stuff you
put on trees, he stayed that way for hours. I think that was the year
Pez got into the drug scene and picked up his nickname, the first year
we all started really partying, staying out all weekend whenever their
mother wasn’t around.
Like my parents gave a shit. The less I was home the less I ate, the
less electricity I used. So my old man lost his favorite punching
bag, him and my mother would have to entertain themselves throwing
heavy objects at each other’s heads and then threatening to kill the
neighbors when they inevitably called the cops.
…End of the part8. To be continued..