So I never talked to the motherfucker again after that, not one fuckin word, and I stole all his money, he always kept five thousand in the nightstand so I took that and he never said a word about that, either, he knew he had it coming. He had his own fucking issues but whatever his fucking cop buddies were going to get him out of it and outside of losing his job there would be no fucking consequences for POPS only for Ginger and me, that’s how it works. But with five grand you can buy a shit ton of blow and that’s what I did and I would walk around Breezy Point with my pockets stuffed full of the shit and I used to do key bumps in public and see if anyone would say anything. I’d stand there right on the fucking sidewalk in front of God and everyone and do a fuckin key bump right out of the baggie and in the beginning nobody fuckin said anything because they knew I was totally fucked because my father was an alcoholic drunk driving cop who murdered my girlfriend’s sister but after a while I think the community said they gotta do something with this kid doing key bumps on the sidewalk what a disgrace. I don’t really remember what happened after that I was pretty fucked.

Well what happened is that MOMS was in no position to handle the situation (she was a pillhead I forgot to mention and was no big fan of Ginger either) POPS was going to be doing whatever penance he was doing WHICH DID NOT INCLUDE JAIL and like I said, Moms was in no position to handle the situation, no. So T22 gets shipped halfway across the motherfuckin country to California never been there before but always kinda wanted to go truth be told. I was staying with friends of MOMS. And they were good people but didn’t really know how to handle a kid doing key bumps on the fuckin sidewalk but T22 fooled them, I was a good boy and went to school like a REAL good boy. You see all I really wanted was a chance to START FUCKING OVER that’s all anyone really needs is a chance to start over in life just a do over you know because you fuck a lot of things up and it starts to add up after a while and if I stayed in fuckin Rockaway there’s be more dead than just Ginger’s retarded sister. I had to gets the fuck OUT of there. So I start over in a new place in a new school with new clothes and it takes me about a week to figure it out THE COOL KIDS you gotta be with the cool kids. And the cool kids have surfboards here and talk like surfers and HELLA THIS and HELLA THAT and it didn’t take too hella long to figure out how to talk like these assholes I just kept my mouth shut for a month or two and bought a wet suit and learned how to surf. I surfed every day and the one thing I figured out about surfers is that they are FUCKING ASSHOLES and not laid back like in the movies they are big time uptight motherfuckers and will drown your sorry ass if you interfere with their magnificent surfing experience. So I did what I always do, I did it until I learned, just like being a two dollar broker. But until I became LAID BACK SURFER DUDE then I was a phucking phantom, an APPARITION I think that’s how you say it. But this is the ONE THING that I am more proud of IN THE WHOLE GOD DAMN WORLD is that I am a fucking chameleon, these kids were totally oblivious to the fact that I was from Breezy Point that I was Irish Catholic that I had a dead ex-girlfriend’s retarded sister. I have used this to GREAT ADVANTAGE my friends and I continue to use it to this day.