My old childhood friend Blair McDonald who i grew up with got married last weekend, he lived down the street and we took swimming lessons at Elmwood pool together. We also blasted his younger brother with green tennis balls during very intense games of street hockey.
My hand writing is printing, and its bad.
Usually kids by this point are running around all jacked up on sugar sweating covered in all sorts of grime and filth.
This pack was content just sweating to the oldies
Disco.
like in break dancing when you wait your turn to jump in.
Clean and happy.
Missing teeth but not causing chaos
butt hunting.
This is where things went left. The Crypt Keeper showed up....
with some sorta zombie date.
and a pack of angry mini hooligans...
i did my best to fight them off..
shortly after they fell asleep under tables.
safe and sound. mb&cm