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Apr 2015
Climbing up trees because fences are barbed.
Smoking on rooftops.
Took the lightning rod as a souvenir.
Paint markers and spray cans.
Don't worry man,
this place has been abandoned for years.
Throwing all the chairs into the pool.
Teepeeing the neighbors.
Chasing each other with fire extinguishers -
we couldn't put out the flames.
Accidental arson on Carson street.
It took that guy weeks to paint over our names.
They're offering a reward in the newspaper.
How many people have you told?
Shooting out the lights in cul-de-sacs.
The dark makes criminals feel welcome.

We never once got coal for Christmas,
but after a certain age,
vandalism just feels ridiculous.
Confessional poetry is going to get me into trouble.
Really, this one is about Bad Parenting. Ha!
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
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