“when i was about 12”

I turned the corner to the narrow city street...where I lived...i was walking home from a lighted playground...I was playing basketball with with some friends in the cold....we sometimes shoveled snow off the court to play...

the street was dark except for a few porch lights and a very bright light in the middle...i heard loud talking and laughing...what could it be? As I got closer I saw it was neighborhood men with beer and merriment...like pirates....i wanted to be like that....

I saw that the light was fastened above a car...and I worked my way through the band of buccaneers...and there it was...a deer not much bigger than some neighborhood dogs was tied across the car....lifeless eyes starred from this beautiful animal...blood dripped from it's mouth to the street....

I looked around....pirates no more...little boys in mens bodies...i was angry...disgusted...and sad...real men wouldn't celebrate the death of this beautiful creature....real men have nothing to prove....”a man never stands taller...than when he kneels to help the smaller”.....bsp