KING HIGH GARAGE
AND ELLIPSIS BREAK FREE
It had to be ten in the morning. Just Jimmy
Yacullo and me. Riding two bicycles to the
Almasi Garage - who was his uncle. There
were five or so big trucks - contractor and
land-fill stuff. Route Nine buzzed overhead.
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We were pretty careful on the bikes, or
careless, what the hell. Riding highways
and main streets. There were countless
ways of having fun, which ended up
really as nothing so much as passing
time too. Everyone was always giving
us food. It was a sight to behold.
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