OREGON and that was the fourth time I woke up in a pool of my own blood on the bathroom floor………………………………………………… I almost severed my index toe on my left foot on a piece of glass at the U.S.S. My visit was short and sweet but it’s something I would get used to the longer I was in the ARMY. (He had babbled out his failed attempts to the paramedics under the influence of yet another concussion.A long time ago in a town far, far away… (From where I’m at right now) That stopped him.īiff was charged with theft, destruction of property, and conspiracy to do deadly harm to Alastair. Master Hogan touched down along the edge of the path, skidding on his front with arms and legs akimbo until his head, still without a helmet, hit a big rock.
This was fortunate for Biff, as the bike exploded behind him in a fireball. The dirt bike smashed into the inner wall of the pit, while Biff went airborne over the edge. Before Biff could hit the brakes, he fell into the deep pit he had dug weeks before. The bully yelled a foul obscenity as he shot by. When it was almost upon him, he swerved to one side and braked, considerately sharing the trail. Engine yowling, he gave chase, grinning like a ravenous wolf.Īlistair heard the dirt bike coming up behind him, fast. As the Road Runner zoomed along the field path and entered the woods, Biff fired up the machine. Two weeks later, Biff stole his neighbour’s dirt bike. Somewhat like Biff.Īlistair kindly called 911 on his cell when he discovered the unconscious Biff sprawled on the trail. One of the trees he had fastened the cable to had been dead, rotten on the inside.
The kid would hit this before he even saw it, and be yanked backwards off his saddle.Ī tree abruptly smashed into Biff. The bully stood in the path, testing the tightness of the chest-high cable. He tied the cable to two trees, one on either side of the path, ratcheting it tight. Ten days later, recovered from agonizing days of scratching, Biff took a long cable with a ratchet device at one end from Johansson’s shed. Next day, as Biff crouched in the bushes, the same thing happened. His prey zoomed by - on the side of the path.
He scattered dirt over the tarp, so it looked like part of the trail. He covered the hole with a brown canvas tarp he’d “found” in Old Man Johansson’s shed. A week later, recovered from his concussion, Biff dug a deep pit in the centre of the forest path.
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