Tim Kinney's Pinky
I went to junior high school with Tim Kinney.
His hair was long and unkempt-an aroma of the cheapest hemp.
He had metal taps on the bottom of his black leather boots.
Never carried a book or pen because it just wasn't very cool.
He dated a ragged little blond from just over the tracks.
Was menacingly friendly to everyone, including us outcasts.
He had black skulls and guns from his neck to his calf.
His 2nd favorite girl branded {TK} on her tight little @ss...
Or so it was said.
By far the coolest thing about Tim Kinney.
Is that he was missing the end of his right pinky.
Like a Japanese gangster, he never said one damn thing about it.
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