[Oh Haha]

We used to hang out in the girders of a bridge when we snuck out at night. Smokin' Old Gold Filters and drinkin' whatever our parents left within reach.

We didn't have access to fireworks or dynamite but the neighbors next door did.

They used to catch all sorts of animals and then blow them up with m-80s. Yeah, they were the psycho family of our suburb.

They blew up up an oil drum one night. Shook the entire street.

They always had dirty mags in the "fort" so our goal was to get them to let us younger kids in. They toldus it was booby-trapped and us younger kids were too afraid to find out.