The older jokes among the six of us is always how I, "always flunk recess," and Jason, "can't even kill himself right." HA.HA.
Lots of noogies and 'Indian' burns follow all of this. Davey and Matty, as the youngest, got the worst of our rough stuff.
After Jason was released with some medication, we took it all together that night with a bottle of 'Jack' Bobbie stole. That was the night of the March seventeenth, 1995.
A true story about six teens who stole a speedboat from a Marina and disappeared forever
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