My Little Kindergarten

The plumbing failed, and so we took to crapping into paper bags, which we hurled in the hammer-throw manner from the roof as soon as completed. This sort of behavior, drastic as it was, warded off even the most predatory of gangsters, for an unanticipated “flying latrine” to side of the head in the middle of a drug deal or a car-jacking proved sufficient to relieve even the most hardened gangster of a street cred years in its making. So it came about that our little hellhole turned into the epicenter of a drug-free zone whose radius extended stiffly outward for several blocks. My cousin raised his kids there.