I don't know what surfaced this bizarre memory, but at one point in my youth while living on Liszt, I met a kid I'd never seen before on an odd day in summer.
I was walking around outside on my street probably talking to myself or playing some weird game inside my own head, when I saw this kid playing with something in a mud puddle. I walked over to investigate and saw the boy dipping something in the water. At first I thought it was a dead animal, but it turned out to be a soggy eye-glasses case. Weird. Anyway, the boy told me he was soaking it in muddy water so he could toss it at car windows as they drove by. What? This sounded both stupid and, somehow, highly intriguing.
So I asked if I could try, not even considering the skapegoat position I was putting myself in. He said sure, no problem. So when the next car came by, I let fly with all the childlike intensity of a kid performing his first real crime.
SPLAT!!
The car screeched to a stop and perhaps the angriest woman I have ever seen leapt from the car and proceeded to chase us. Luckily I lived just a few yards from where the action took place, and ducked into my garage. Well, she must have missed me as I scrambled along side our car in the driveway because she ran past in hot pursuit of whoever that kid was.
Well I was scared enough to run inside and tell my dad in a flurry of tears what I had done, and by the time we got back outside to apologize, she was gone.
I wonder what ever became of that boy? I never did see him again.
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