(1995) there was this big parking lot down the street from my house. it was like four or five houses down. in the winter the neighborhood kids like to have snow ball battles or build snow men. and in the Summer the Neighborhood grown-ups played hockey and drank gallons of beer. but some times they would play basketball because some hot headed balled white guy had his own portable basket ball hoop, you know the kind you buy at Walmart and fill with water lol. and some times the kids would gather up and play a big baseball game, it was amazing. but one night it was 9:00 p.m and I was hanging in the parking lot all by my self and this group of kids Approached me! and one of them said, hay! what the fuck you say about my mother? I turned to look at him and I replied I didn't say anything about your mother! then things started heating up and they got more violent. but suddenly a drunk came out from the Irish bar from across the street from the parking lot. he yelled hey! leave that kid alone! I was so relieved because they started running away. so ran home. that old drunken guy was my hero.
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