We were best friends from 6-10. We kinda of rocked, an experimental school, called Davisville. Half deaf, half 'normal' .
We both skipped a grade, dominated athletics and academics. But, he was more careful than me. He avoided, the brawl's between the deaf and the hearing.
I spent half my day either beating the shit out of my best friends for picking on deaf people, or being smoked by guys aged ten, when I was six, defending the deaf.
We both swore to play for the leafs.
He got closer initially, but I went on to play pro sports, have the highest paying job , teaching tennis in the world, so I guess we did pretty well surviving, what has been called, the most evil experiment, of the last 50 years.
Me, maybe 90 concusssions.
School was buried very quietly. All of us called it Davis hell.
My mom had me at 15, lived with my grandparents, I would come home every day covered in blood, shirt and pants ripped apart.
I think there is a pretty good movie there, well, I know there is.
School yard was pure concrete. No grass any where.
When the whistle blew for recess, it was according to my jailbird contacts, pretty close to the yard in jail, but it was two world's that scared each other.