I grew up on 219th Street, around the corner from Downey's Bar.
At 16 I worked at Wendy's on the "closing crew" with my brother, Tom.
My friends would come to the drive-thru and I'd hook them up with food.
After work I would stop by Downey's for a Rum & Coke.
I was 16! Try that now!.
On friday and saturday night I'd buy a six and a pack of Merits from "Cheif".
Cheif called everyone Cheif, so that's what we called him.
I'd take my beer and cigarettes up to the schoolyard, find a milkcrate and get wasted.
This way I could forget about the crap going on at home.
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