My brother Mike tended to drool and leak from every orifice he owned. Couple drool with dirt, and you have created mud--and it usually coated him on every wet spot. My youngest brother Mark could be seen on any given day with a circle of mud around his mouth. He must've been lacking a mineral or two (and a brain cell or two), because the kid ate dirt. I imagine his guts are still teeming with worms and parasites.
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Ricky is shown on the far right of the above photo. His mom Ginny was my mom's best buddy. I've written about Ricky in the past, so I won't go on about all the toys he had. Ricky and I were good friends--except for the time I set him up. He was in his side of the garage (we also had a duplex garage), and had gotten into a can of bright green Rustoleum paint. Ricky had just begun painting the center wall of the garage when I walked in. I said something to him about getting in trouble, and he just blew it off, saying he could do what he wanted.
So I decided to egg him on and test his claim about never getting into trouble. I bragged about how good the paint looked on the wall, and told him to keep going. When he got the wall about halfway done, I ran into his house and told his Mom. She came out and yelled at him real good. That was a good day, and I've never felt one speck of guilt for setting up Ricky.
The photo above is me, Mike, and Ricky--taken at Mike's surprise 50th birthday party nearly five years ago and standing in the same order as the first photo. We've grown up a lot since that first photo was taken. Ricky's toys are gone, and he no longer paints garages. I have quit running around topless, setting up people, swallowing nickels, and sticking my fingers in electric light sockets. Mike has quit smoking discarded cigarettes, drooling and leaking...
...well...ALMOST.
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