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The Mickeys are
consistently blogging the beatnik stuff again. Its an acquired taste.Get hep to the jive at Cool Advice. Here is a sample:
You were 13 yrs old and still in the 5th grade when the Gypsy's came to town, `memberdat?
You'd long been the neighborhood terror. At first, when you were young, people thought it was cute noting your rambunctious ways, but it got old quick when you set the neighbors dog house on fire with the neighbor in it. Public Enemy #1. You deserved it. You were a prick, man!
But you did'nt care because no amount of spankings/beatings/threats/consequence ever mattered or changed you. This was your life and you were going to live it as it came. That is, until people changed the way it* came.
Because of your perpetual "rebelliousness," you were always the first one people thought of when there was trouble in this town. None of the parents would allow their kids to hang out with ya; hell, your own folks did'nt like ya. You made `em move twice. TWICE!!!
You saw a car pull up in front of the hardware store. It was full of people you'd never seen b4. You did'nt pay it no mind, but you did notice the out of state plates on the cop-lookin sled. You live in a town where strangers are a rarity. At 13, you knew most everyone, cuz you'd had run in's w/ most everyone.
"I've been robbed, I've been robbed" sneaky pete the hardware guy was screaming the next day. He'd done inventory that morning and found the losses. Seemed that carload of men, had gone into the hardware store and lifted everything not nailed down. One would be distracting old sneaky pete wanting to look at his tool(s), while the others stuffed their pockets with everything from drill bits(safe cracking?) to to electrical fuses (fuses?) (electrical??) from Taiwan. Taiwan? You'd been in there that day lookin at huffin stuff.
Naturally, the first stop the police made was your house.
"Where was Nee yesterday around 3pm, Ms Smart?" Wigg wagged..
"Why, I dont recall Thief Wiggams." your mom mouthed.
"Z home? We'd like to talk to him ma'am" Thief tongued.
You came downstairs the hard way and told Thief Wiggams about the carload of peeps you saw in front of the hardware store that very day; while Wigg rolled his eyes. You could'nt be a carload of people if you tried., say. You were only one guy, no matter how stupid.
Wiggams agreed, because he never thought of it that way; and suddenly praised you for your dblTalk-ism; but added cautious-like, "I'm warning you son, if you're lie`n to me, as soon as you get into junior high, you better be watching yourself. Cuz reform school is right around the corner for you mister."
Over the next two weeks, shops all over town were cleaned out. Same M.O. as the sneaky pete gig. And every time, one step ahead of the law.
Seems like they were always in 2 places at once.
See,'The day the Gypsy's came to town'... really, was You!
*oddVonic: n. Device deigned to transfer Reality under constant 'upgrades' in parallel-i-Jism.