Pachuco
I do not care much for bullies. I never have and never will. I have not often been the object of their torture, but there was one time that still burns in my memory. This incident involved one kid by the name of Buck Feller, and my next door neighbor, Daniel. We had a serious encounter at summer baseball camp when I was eleven years old. It left me black and blue, but also a little bit wiser for it. This is what happened.
It all started on the first day at baseball camp. As...
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