Minutes skimmed past into hours, and hours, into days. With each day that passed, I grow both in body and mind. I had learned what growth was earlier on in life.
“Growth is for those, who have their two lungs in a working order, and has in their chests a heart that thumps.” Rafael Visconti had taught that to me himself on a starry June night. “And each man has got to grow and live for himself.” He had further added that night.
As I grow in size and mind, so did my friend—Billy the Club, and my pet—Pete. I had named the little, tiny creature Pete after a personal enemy of mine at school.
Pete, a fugly white kid was an ill-famed browbeat, feared by all in my class. The pudgy kid was so revered that no one among the caboodle in class ever dares to cross him, or find themselves on his ba
