I’ve been thinking about how I’ll spend the money once my Powerball ship comes in. One thing I can see for sure, I’ll need to hire a good lawyer. Once the word gets out about my newfound riches, it’s almost certain I’ll be sued for some past misdeed, even if it’s for something that never happened. If you follow the news, you know what I mean. The only thing I might get Me-Too’d for was showing a new girl on our corner where the horse bit me. Horsebite tricks were rare and developed organically; they were sort of an unplanned initiation into the group. Here’s how it worked: The boy pulls his shirt collar open on the left side, exposing his neck and just a bit of upper back. He asks the girl if she wants to see where the horse bit him. The girl, curious, comes closer.
To get a clear look down the back of his shirt, she has to stand on her toes, curled against him as he pulls the collar down a little more. Meanwhile, his left arm hangs at his side. As the girl presses harder against the boy to get a closer look, she realizes her undercarriage is resting in his hand. Once she realizes, the boy gets slapped. Everyone laughs, even the girl, that’s the best part. Things were different back then, and I do apologize to the girls.