The Gang by John Grey
THE GANG smoking, rooftop sunning, MTV at all hours, McDonalds, Boston Baked Beans and Red Hots. pilfered cigarettes, beer thanks to a kid of 21 we knew - fished, paddled, tried to water ski, stifled giggles at the shy parade of a girlfriend's first bikini played piggy-back in the water, splash wars, near-drownings, followed by bottle rockets at twenty paces gritted out teeth at school's twelve year lashing program - hated teachers and cops - fed our lockers on whatever didn't embarrass us in sleazy neighborhood shop windows, yearned for a piercin...