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(TFT) One day we load up on BB & Pellet guns.
One day we load up on BB & Pellet guns.
One day we load up on BB & pellet guns and go hiking in the woods. Mark is
telling me how Darryl shot this snake the other day, only it didn`t die right
``It just coiled over itself over and over.`` Mark is passing his hands
over one another showing me what the loops of the snake looked like. It looks
like a villain washing the knuckles of each hand while scheming to take over
So Darryl is leading us along the bayou hunting snakes so he can show me.
But I don`t want to shoot a snake, or see a snake get shot. Looking at the
back of Darryl`s head, while we walk single file down the path, I`m thinking
`is this how they do it.` Is this how they turn us into killers. He want to
slay demons and Mark wants to ride dragons. That is denied for Darryl. Now
he wants to shoot snakes. I sympathize with the snake. It`s just not fun
unless both sides are in on it.
The bayou eventually passes under a road at a small bridge. There is an
abandoned couch up there on the side of the road. Darryl is looking back and
forth under the bridge, like this is the place. I just stand there absently
holding a BB gun and hoping he doesn`t find a snake.
I say ``Let`s go check out that couch.``
We scramble up the bank. It`s long, a 4 seater. The left arm is split and
white cotton padding is spilling out. The padding is very fluffy, light, and
soft. Really soft, it`s all cotton. I wonder what it would feel like to get
hit by a padded couch.
``Let`s see if we can carry it.`` So we lift, two in front me in the rear,
riffles slung, and we walk along the road with it. When we get it all the way
back to Darryl`s house we tuck it behind the compost heap so his stepdad won`t
see it. I go and get one of our cane swords, duct tape, and bring them to the
Mark and Darryl watch as I cut the upholstery on the split arm, open it
more, remove cotton wadding and begin laying layers of it along the length of
the sword. I extend cotton past the end and tape it down. The entire sword
looks billowy like a q-tip wrapped in silver duct tape.
Handing the sword hilt first to Darryl I say ``Hit me.``
``Harder.`` He kinda does. Again striking my arm.
``What are you, a touchy-noon.``
He hits me really hard with both hands. It still doesn`t hurt.
``Try and break it.``
Mark takes the sword from Darryl and says ``Here, let me try.``
With a wicked grin and both hands Mark gives me the full on baseball power
swing. The flexible pair of cane inside just bounce back. There is barely
even a pale mark on my arm. Mark goes again, and again until finally we hear
a crack. The sword looks kind of crooked.
The three of us examine my upper arm. Nothing really. Barely a red area.
An open hand slap from a game of Batman at school will raise a larger welt.
We immediately get all the cane weapons. All the tape, and start modifying
our weapons. No more stinky armor, and we can swing as hard as we want.
``If you get hit in the arm you lose the arm.``
``If you get hit in the leg do you kneel or hop.``
``And a blow to the head or a stab in the chest is an instant kill.``
``The foot counts as the leg.``
``Yeah, and any weapon you make has to be used against you first.``
David Michael Grouchy II
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