I remember being fascinated by ninja’s when I was twelve. Got some throwing stars when the carnival came through town. Sharpened them up and snuck around town, getting high and sticking down hateful vegetation in yards a plenty.
Stop by the quick e mart for some taters and dipping sauce, then head back to whatever friends house we thought the parent would bother us least. Settle down and watch kung fu movies, and argue about who would win in a fight - Bruce Lee or a random ninja living in Hokkaido. And of course the dumb friend argues Jean Claude Van Damm would kick both their asses and ends the conversation that he is convinced there are at least twelve ninjas living in eastern Washington, but no one knows because they’ve been trained so well.
Smoke a little more. Friends old man comes down and yells at all of us for being worthless and somehow damaging his new S-10 by throwing a rocks at it. Notices all the ninja stars stuck through the wall. Old fuckers blows a fuse and starts kicking us with his cowboys boots.
End of ninja phase. What the fuck happened to you? Or are you fascinated by blenders?
