INKtober day nineteen. wanna fight about it?


When I was a kid it always felt like the group of kids you ran with would be friends forever, even if those friendships only lasted a couple of weeks or a summer or even through the crucible of high school. That coupled with a steady diet of tv and movies that held loyalty and friend-based PG-rated violence at a premium and we had a neighborhood of kids quick to react at the slightest provocation.

That’s this entry. Dumb kids. If one’s in trouble, they’ll all coming running.

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