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the jaw. It bloodied Cobb‟s mouth and knocked him flat on his ass. My old man came
back to sit with Mom, who thought she‟d surely found the hero of her young lifetime.
My Dad didn‟t quit shaking for an hour or more.
Soon afterward, the Cobbs moved out.
Another welfare family moved in. They had a kinda cute girl my age named
Dolly, another little brat girl around four years old whose name I can‟t recall, and a son
three years older than me. Mike Baker. A foot taller, a good forty pounds heavier, and
he smoked. That made him really tough.
One day during summer vacation, Mike told me to come with him. We were
gonna have some fun. Easily impressed at that age, I went along.
Mike was enrolled at Otto. I was a “sissy kid from the Catholic school”. We
went over by Otto to the house of a kid named Harold Kirby. It provided me with my first
look at a total, complete scumbag. Harold was about five-nine, maybe a hundred and ten
pounds, soaking wet. Had very long blonde hair, and smeared it with grease so he could
comb it all the way back. He wore black jeans so tight you could almost see the crack of
his ass, and pointy-toed shoes. Supposedly, that was so he could de-nut a guy in a fight.
He wore a long sleeved white shirt with the collar open, cuffs rolled up. A
cigarette perched behind each ear at all times, he always had one in his mouth, as well.
With Harold as our “leader”, we went looking for something to do.
Near C.W. Otto was an area of Lansing called “the North End”. It‟s where the
Mexicans lived, and probably all the tough people. All I knew was Mom said I couldn‟t
go there, but there I was.
Harold and Mike wanted to “find some action”. I was too damned afraid to go
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