our parents said nothing, let us fight on and on watching disinterestedly and finally going back to their newspapers or their radios or their thwarted sex lives, they only became angry if we tore or ruined our clothing, and for that and only for that. but Eugene and Frank and I we had some good work-outs we rumbled through the evenings, crashing through hedges, fighting along the asphalt, over the curbings and into strange front and backyards of unknown homes, the dogs barking, the people screaming at us.
