Rodolfo was his name,he was the badest kid in the block. He would be jumping out of trees, kicking balls to windows, and picking on little kids. He was an only child but he was to much to handle.
After a while everybody from the block stoped watching out for him except me I still watched out for him once in a while, because it was not his fault he was like that. His mom died of cancer when he was little and his dad didn't do anything about it, he let him run crazy like a bee that has too much honey. I think the dad couldn't control him because ever since his dad died he soften.
They were very poor. They rented a small room, and barely had enough to eat. The dad had become an alchoholic every week when he got his paycheck he would waste almost all his money on liqour. I always wondered what would become of them.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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