.. That was the only growth spurt collateral damage that messed me up. I got too big for that bike and had to get a ten-speed. Cornflower blue. With regular tires😔. Still got the hades beat out of it but it wasn’t tha same.

I threw a tree branch into its BMX spokes to jack knife a fucker off it who’d grabbed it, thinking i was gonna chase after him crying as he spun the block, delirious on my damned bike, mocking me, my big brother sitting on the driveway pavement next to me, watching the shit. The second zoom, my brother said One thing to me:

“Get it Back.”

Casually. Cold. I shrugged, looked around, grabbed a branch from my neighbors yard and sat back down, conversating and ish. I knew I couldn’t…I better not run After Him…OR make my crazy-assed brother have to move a muscle to get my bike back. It was not that type of haus lol. Block, really. So somebody was gonna hafta die. It was so simple. Sweet, really. No discussion needed.

All the kids were outside. I yelled ‘give it back!’ ..as he was coming back around, which gave him wings, thinking he’d gotten a rise outta me. He hit our driveway line and turned to stick out his tongue as he was about to leave our driveway line. I winged the branch into the front spokes, happily intent on killing him, knowing my brother was gonna be 👏. He was taller than me too. Used to be a ‘doctor’ playmate lol. Went flying.

Because everybody knew I was crazy (technically? We alll were) and he’d literally S T O L E N my bike lol. In front of Everybody ( told ya… we were all fn crazy lol). He got no sympathy lol.

That was like 5th or 6th grade. He literally didn’t talk to me till senior year after that lolol.