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excerpt from Baker's Bad Boys -
Baker's Bad Boys
3
I was precocious as a child, but it wasn't my fault.
The Pooh Car
Having gorged ourselves on my Mother's great cooking, my brother and I were not inclined towards taking a nap but felt the fuel rising towards a revisit to the scene of The Dirt Bombs. It was still early in the day and we knew we could find something to surprise us. It was just going to be one of those days where the sun rose and shone, on us anyway.
We traipsed through Dentonia Park, slightly apprehensive that the Fat Man whose cigar we'd knocked right out of his piehole may have decided to take a break there, in order to scan for us. Fortunately, only squirrels and some brown lumps left by neighborhood dogs marked our path towards the apartment buildings.
Once down the hill and climbing out of the huge ditch there we spotted some Gumby having the time of his life, washing and shining what appeared to be a brand new Volkswagen. We saw that he waved to his wife who was calling him up for dinner, from a third floor balcony.
"Lookit that! Nice and sparkly!"
"Yes dear, come on up for lunch now."
Lunch? We'd just finished, and this slacker was only beginning. Woo woo - time for us to go to work. My brother wanted to pelt the big clear windshield with a few rocks, hidden in the ditch as we were. How crude.
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