Leave Me Alone or!
Over the years, I’ve tried to be nice. I go to church with my parents every Sunday, exercise, ride my horse up at The Hill, and get good grades in school. If you don’t want to get your ass kicked? Leave me alone or I’ll send you home in a body-bag. When it comes down to you or me, YOU made your choice. I have to kick your ass into the next world if I’m to survive for another day.
I was only four, Tommy Walters came to Cedarville to kill my Momma and me, that didn’t work out very well for old Tommy. He only got what he deserved, saving the State of Missouri lots of money on his appeals.
Turning twelve there were twelve hoodlums extorting Social Security check money from old folks here in town every month. The Police were scared to do anything, since other officers had been killed by these criminals in a nearby town. Friends helped me arrange a few free meals for fifty old folks which was no big task. It was the next Friday, the day for checks to arrive at the Post Office. I arrived at the city square before 8:30 a.m. and waited. With my skateboard leaned up against the back of the park-bench, my Security team were to keep the police out of my way.
Twelve big bad-boys arrived, explaining what they were going to do with me, before throwing my remains in a dumpster. Ten bodies were left laying on the ground, two escaped and died in a shoot-out with law officers north of town. These boys only got my clothes exceedingly dirty, without one bruise or scratch. My Momma had me put the clothes in a paper bag and throw it into our gas-fired incinerator.