They came in droves in the red and white clothing, but no matter, I took care of them all. Next year, at this same, time they will strike again. My belly will be ready, and my teeth primed. You are no match little ones, so bring it on!
I was raised in the "hood", self-taught to survive on scraps of old inner tubes and changing bike tires with my teeth. Life is a struggle for me not to be another statistic that so many become after being raised in a caucasion middle class family. I now am a husband, bike mechanic, land lord, stay at home dad, and wannabe mountain bike racer.