^ I had a grin when I read that too.
I have tried to befriend the crazy boys in neighborhoods where I’ve lived. Because I used to be one.
I’d fix their shit. Let them tear up my yard on go karts. Just ask them to clean up brush and put it in the fire pit so I could still mow after one of their dirt clod wars.
That tiny bit of concession. One night, some kids went through the neighborhood shooting windows in cars with BB guns. Everyone got hit but me.
Keep your friends close, enemies closer sort of thing.
I rode a go-ped one time. That was enough for me. Not too scary. Just felt meh. I’m not lazy. But if there are two movie theaters, one with seats and the other you stand up, I’m gonna pick the one with seats.