Bridges collapse from neglect and acts of war or acts of God a foolish game of semantics no pen and ink hero could ever win. I still believe I can change the world no matter what bridges I have to cross. The Long Walk Home I used to walk to school every day from 1st to 3rd grade. On the walk to school at the other end of my block lived Alvin the kid who hit me in the head with a rock one day because he was bored causing me to get stitches for the fourth time and after successfully avoiding me for nine months finally walked past my house and I caught him and beat him into the ground. He ran home crying to his father who came knocking at my door and slapped me hard enough to call my father and my uncle who went down the block to speak with him about it.
Statistics suggest that life was much simpler then.
I remember Billy and Charlie my best friends at different times. We'd often walk to school together sometimes stopping at the corner store whose name I can't recall. I do recall the giddy feeling in my stomach the first time I shoplifted a pack of Lemonheads from there. Commodore 64 software always seeking the bigger thrill. Charlie ended up in jail for assaulting a cop and rumor has it that wasn't the first time.