He was six, and it was a play period, and Rob was scampering across the asphalt ahead of him. “I’m a Sandman,” cried Logan. “Here I come after ya. I see ya, Rob! You’re hiding, but I see ya. I’m gonna shoot ya now!” Logan raised the wooden Gun. Rob was behind one of the teeter-swings, pretending to be a runner. “Bam!” yelled Logan. “Homer! AAAAAzzzzz-pow!” Rob didn’t fall. “Missed me!” he shouted. “Did not.” “Did too.” “Did not. A homer never misses anybody. Ya can’t get away from a homer.”
Logan did always want to be a DS man. It's like children playing army and not really understanding the horrors of what they were glorifying and in many ways Logan has still been that boy as a DS man.
