Around 1957 Mike and I moved. He to the desert east of San Diego and me to Claremont. Our parents would get us together for a couple of weeks during the summer and we resumed our rather dangerous lives as if we were never apart.
I was put in a catholic school in claremont, Our Lady of the Assumption to b exact. We didn't have a teaching order, we had Benedictines, an Order of nuns dedicated to discipline and duty. We did not mesh well. I spent nearly as much time in detention as I did in regular school, including Saturdays. When not in class I could be found keeping the garbage cans company, or in the hall. My mother was desperate. She had me hang around with the model student in my class. I had to go to his house and do homework with him, his mother signing a note that I had been there. That stopped when his mother saw him becoming more like me. In the morning I would watch Tom Terrific (youtube it), grab my bow and go out hunting, then off to school.
My best friends were 2 whiteys and a mexican. We were scary close. Dinner with each others families, getting into trouble together and never ratting each other out. We would have bloody fights and be playing together later the same day.
I only know where one of them is now. LGO.
Beyond this nothing much happened. 12 year old hell raising combined with a growing disdain for authority.
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