Confessions of a not-so-baby Vampire #3
Jerry, lived across from us in the next building. Mostly, Jerry was my brother's friend. Sometimes, Jerry was my friend, too. (Especially when they were bored.) One summer day, the three of us decided to run away. While Joe and Jerry stood guard, I sneaked in the kitchen and packed the lunchbox and we set off. We walked and walked for like a hundred miles. When starvation set it, we climbed into a massive sewer pipe section which had been left in a ravine. When I had to pee, the boys stood guard, I did they same for them--just in case we were being tracked by marauders. Along the way, we kept watch for bottles. (Back then bottles could be returned for a deposit of 5 or 10 cents). We found a few (maybe 2?) and stored them in the now empty lunch box, which we took turns carrying. As dusk, we found ourselves near the grocery store. Rations depleted, we raced to the store to cash in our bottles. As it happened, I was holding the lunch box. As we neared the entrance, Jerry tried to snatch the lunch box away from me, so . . . I bit him.
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