“Hey, get a load of this!” Toothless shouted. Best of all, the hard labor had turned me from Nerd Boy into Tyler the Amazing Hulk, with ripped muscles and enough testosterone to power a nuclear generator. I snagged a couple of keys when they weren’t looking. They taught me how to steal free soda out of the vending machines. There had been a few advantages to working with these guys. “If them sewer pipes back up again, we’ll get you out of class.” “You guys have been great.”ĭopey cackled. Bet you’re glad to be quit of us, huh, kid?” “Yeah, we’re done.” He turned off the motor on the tar kettle. Joe wandered over, looked at my work, and grunted. We didn’t want any rain getting into the building and destroying the classrooms. I pushed the mop back and forth, trying to coat the seams evenly. Oh, and he gave me six months of meetings with a probation officer who thought I was a waste of human flesh. He nailed me with the bill for the damage I had done, which meant I had to sell my car and bust my hump at a landscaping company all summer. Court-ordered restitution for the Foul Deed. Mandatory community service, the judge said. I was working forty feet above the ground, breathing in sulfur fumes from Satan’s vomitorium, for free. My companions were Dopey, Toothless, and Joe, the brain surgeons in charge of building maintenance. I spent the last Friday of summer vacation spreading hot, sticky tar across the roof of George Washington High.
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