When I was four years old

I used to play cowboys and indians and cops and robbers with the four year old boy from this house.

One morning we sat on his front steps and ate the little wiener hors d” oeuvres left over from his parents party the night before.

Reflecting on it now I think they gave the wieners to us early that morning because they were heavily headached.

Ah, good times.

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