I remember when....

found my old t-shirt dig'n in my keepsake trunk.It was a general pants red,white and blue shirt

with a nearly nude chick pull'n her pants on with a caption reading "everybodys is pulling for us".

it was my favorite t-shirt. I kept this shirt all these years.it has a good story, The last day i wore it was summer time junior high.i had been workin' with my dad one hot summer day,when we were headin' home i had him drop me off at the minisa bridge by north high school just a coupla blocks from home.there is an island in the middle of the river thats roughly a coupla city blocks long and a city block wide.it was pure wilderness in the middle of the city where a young'n could squirrel hunt and camp. It was me and my buddy's jimmy and arriba's island.we had a camp set up,and claimed it as our domain for quite a few years.i was purty sure that my buds were on the island that day so dad drop me off with lil' thought.underneath the bridge jimmy and arriba were mill'n around,grumblin' about how some older black boy's were on the island trash'n our camp and had run them off our island.there was three of them and three of us.on the island we had a hidden ammo box fulla b.b. guns and fish'n gear.i convinced'em that we could git to our gun box and blast their black ass's of our island an down river,it was our territory and either we defend it or loose it.

ya had to wade across the river in a particular spot,jimmy had seen'em swim across on the otherside of the island.we scoped out there location from the river bank to make sure they didnt see us cross over,and ran right to the bb guns.we had 2 red ryder single pumps,one multi-pump single shot pellet rifle and 2 crappy bb pistols.arriba grab'd the pellet rifle,and both pistols. jimmy and i each grab'd a red ryder,and began sneak'n over to our camp.sure as shit there they were in the middle of our newly trash'd camp, lean-too flat on the ground,shit scattered everywhere.without much forethought i opened fire on the one nearest me,planted one right in the middle of his back.he hollered and jumped up but didnt run.they knew we were on the island,they were just wait'n.jimmy and arriba fired but missed.i kept cock'n and shot'n and move'n forward try'n to push'm back only land'n a shot every now and then. jimmy and arriba did not advance at all, but stayed back behind a washout by a big tree with just there heads stick'n up fire'n without any aim'n. these black boys were high schoolers, years older than us an a good 100 pounds more each than our scrawny lil' ass's. i soon realized i was in deep shit,these bucks were not run'n but just grab'n cover behind tree's and edge'n closer to me an me alone,ignore'n my buds how were a good 50 ft behind me. i was cock'n and fire'n fast just to keep'm at bay.then it hit me,i'm outa ammo,i bolted back to the washout with these big bastards not far behind,jimmy and arriba started run'n as soon as i jump'd down the washout,i grab'd one of arriba's pistols,and kept run'n fast to the steep bank around the north side.if we was to have any chance it would be there,we could shoot up at them and jump in the deep end of the river and swim to safety.yea right.jimmy got cornered,and arriba ran to the crossover point and got knocked down try'n to wade across.i was scared shitless.scramble'n thru brush and mud along the steep river bank with a empty red ryder and a crappy pull back bb pistol all the while this big black monster yell'n he's gonna kill me from the top of river bank.I started yell'n back tell'm to git of our island,and i would'nt shot'm if he had'nt run my buds off and tore up our stuff,etc.i was trapped.i didnt want to abandon my guns on the river bank and swim across and the big buck didnt wanna try climb'n down the steep river bank to get me cuz he did'nt wanna git shot.we just yelled at each other fer awhile,untill some old man across the river who lived at the trailer park,yell'd over that he was gonna call the cops if the black bastard would'nt leave me alone.off he goes.after a bit i yell over to the old man across shore"is he gone?"i couldnt see over the top,"yea"he sez.i started up the bank but could hear some one run'n thru the brush up away's,so i ran up the rest of the way to the top to see all three black monsters come'n my way thru the tree's laugh'n.i ran back down the river bank,ditch'n the guns in the brush and jump'd in the river hoping that old man was watch'n still and was call'n the cops.i was halfway across when i realized they had jump'd in the river also.i panic'd an swam hard but didnt seem to go any quicker.just before i reached shore they had me.they beat me,dunk'd me,drug me along the muddy river bank,then they ran off, up and over the bridge.i was shakin'.shocked.where the fuck was my bud's?they had got knocked around a bit and and told to beat it.then the big mean fucks came after me.i sat on a steel drum cry'n an wish'n them black bastards death when the old man yell'd down to see if i was all right,and if he should call the cops.i told'm fergit it. i walked back over the bridge to the crossover, waded across to the empty island.it was dusk but still light enough to find my guns on the river bank,scrounged up what gear i could carry home,the island was'nt safe anymore.i had just went to war and lost.when i waded back across the river i washed off the mud in the river and realized they had tore my favorite t-shirt.when i got home i tossed the shirt over the rafters in the barn to dry.never have washed that shirt till this day.