MacGregorBurns
When I was ten years old I started biking. I mean, really biking, you know, like getting away from the house. I would ride down the street into the woods and pass by the golf course. I would sometimes meet my friends Win, Billy, Greg, and Jake and we would smoke cigarettes under the bridge by the field. This was living for the first time. One time at Billy's house we took turns trying on his older brother's Glow In the Dark condoms. Summer 1994. In between fifth and sixth grade. We didn't give a shit. We biked all day. We played Mortal Kombat and we slept over at each other's houses watching Dazed and Confused and Faces of Death Movies. These stories are about that time in my life.