by JC Olsthoorn
That’s what we called Danny, or Daniel, as his mother would holler when it was time for him to come home for supper.
Kids can be cruel. Some are perps and some are victims. That’s the reality.
He must of smelled if we blessed him Stinky with the holy dirty water of elementary Catholic school kids.
His mother didn’t like it much because Stinky must have gone home one day and told her when it became really unbearable. That and running through the dodge ball gauntlet one too many times.
She called the parents of the perps. She called my mom. Mom warned me. With that I never told the guys that Stinky’s mom called cause it could just as well have happened to me one day.
Still called him Stinky. We all did. It was his name.
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