Little Rascals
Don’t cry for me Argentina. Been busy and then wired on baseball and then sick again. The State of the Union is pending. In the meantime I’ll share something that has nothing to do with my erotic adventures.
I had to get up early on Saturday to mentor some kids and the coordinator set me up with the most hyperactive bugger of the bunch. He just watched the clock until they were ready to unleash the little rapscallions on the gym and load them up with sugar. It’s gonna be a challenge to get this kid to focus on homework; I do finally understand now why so many teachers favor girls. But, hell, I was one of those hyperactive boys once—if anyone can get him to concentrate I can.
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