What is the difference between a dead bird?
It is almost 40 years I've struggled with the question and the answer.
I will take the liberty of changing names and places to protect both the innocent and the guilty. It sould be noted that the guilty were innocent children at the time. There is a saying, boys will be boys.
Then the internet advanced and good, clean, bad, fun just seemed to have vanished.
Anyway, the internet is not important to the story, so let's forget about it.
I remember when I was 12 and school let out. The summers seemed to last forever. So many things to explore, so many streams and ponds to fish in.
I'd wake up with the sun, which in my area meant around 6am, no alarm clock needed.
A bowl of cereal and I was off in the countryside looking for bugs or snakes or whatever I could find until 9 o'clock when I could go pounding on my friend Joey's house to ask his mother if he was awake.
He never was and I'd have to wait another hour while he ate his cereal, got dressed, and we headed out to do whatever boys decide to do.
Summers were long, at the time, it seemed, so we managed to invent all kinds of crazy shit to do.
One time, I invented a slingshot. Not that the slingshot wasn't already invented, just that it was invented with crap I found laying around. So we had our slingshots and went around the small town using them.
They worked best with BB gun pellets. One night we are walking around the community center, about 500 yards away from tne center itself, and we got the stupid idea to fire off some BBs with our homemade slingshots towards the band that was setting up.
We were snaked in the trees and so damed good with the slingshots by this time that we could hit just about anything.
So we sent out a salvo. DING DING DING off the drums and shit. I heard one musician say "What the fuck was that?".
We waited a few minutes and then fired off another salvo. DING DING DING. The guys seeting up got real pissed. One said "I must be kids throwing stones." The other said "There ain't a god damed kid in sight!"
It was right about then that me and Joey decided we might be better off going somewhere else.
Joey was't much for books, but he was my best friend. So I did the reading and presented him ideas. These ideas started out first with simply cutting off match heads, putting them in a bottle, creating a fuse with 2 other matches and then running away aftering lighting the fuse.
They just made a big noise, the bottles didn't even break. But it was cool.
Back to the books.... One day I'm in the library and I discover a book, I have no idea what the book was actually about, but I found plans for a better fireworks project.
That we were not actually killed by this idea still amazes me.
So the idea (never try this, anyone), is that you take a shotgun shell, glue a cork to it, push a nail into the cork, toss the fucking thing in the air and when it lands, the shell goes off.
We had a problem of balance i think. We had to toss the damned thing in the air 5 times before the thing exploded, each time running to hide behind a dumpster.
I suppose at the time I didn't realise that a shotgun shell, fired, with no shotgun barrell to contain it, woul d do unpredictable things. I also wonder who the fuck put that book in the library.
Anyway, we were OK behind our bunker, but the shotgun shell took out someones window and we got the fuck out of there real quick.
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