I was always the small husky one. That is the nice way to say I was short and fat. I think I prefer the not so nice way to say it though, because it’s more true. And cuz I hate dogs, and husky is a type of dog as much as it is a type of fat kid. Anyways, whatever me and the Dead Meats were doing, I either couldn’t reach, couldn’t see, or couldn’t keep up. If we were peeking into Mr. Buckman’s shed to see if we could steal a boat, I needed a boost. If we were having a crab apple fight, I could only throw the soft brown ones from the ground, as I got pelted with the hard green ones from the branches. For every normal sized kid step the Dead Meats took to get up the hill to the high tension wires, I had to take three measly small husky steps. I am thinking this is probably why the first hit song by Tim and the Dead Meats was an urgent little ditty called, “Hey assholes, wait for me!”