Lesson learned

I found out at a young age that trying to help out a friend by telling little white lies is not a good idea.A kid got hurt and he said not to tell his Mom how it happened.I did as he wanted.But I told my Mom the truth.Anyway we where at some church thing that night and his Mom started telling how her son was injured.My name came up so Momma spoke up and told what I had told her.Sure enough my friend's Mom said I had lied.My friend just let me hang with out helping.So I was called a liar,a bad egg all this from the Preachers wife.I learned a very important lesson that day.

Zombies in NYC

Zombies in NYC.I read that headline in the paper other day.Something about zombies on the subway.I did not read the whole article but I'm guessing it was some sort of Halloween thingy.When I was a kid maybe 12 years old me and the kid next door,same age as me would put on little spook shows in his basement.I haven't thought of that in years but at the time it was fun.Spaghetti for guts,grapes for eyeballs and ketchup for blood.Fix up a dummy with your old clothes and you got the start of real spooky play acting.We had younger kids screaming and crying with our little shows.Yep it was mean but oh so much fun.