We always had flashers and white guys j÷rking off on us from Southards Pond. Wasn't like our families didn't care. The Wansers always called the cops on the Peeping Tom's, but from what I remember they barely came until much later and their Dad was mad. When the guy would j÷rk off at us playing spud, thank God for Jerry, the older kids who played with us, screaming for me to go inside and trying to intimidate him. 1/
My block was a dead end to the entrance to the Pond, & with the right lights on yer car, it was popular for parking inside the path for a BJ. WINK BLUE PIG
Then you grow up, your neighbor is brutally murdered and left on your soccer field. It never gets solved but they tell the girls in high school she walked home alone from the bars and it was basically her fault. Guy got off the LIRR, killed her annen just got back in the train. SOLVED 2/
Despite the rumors of the cops blaming the city, the brother of my murdered neighbor, Iraqi Veteran, walks in those woods next to the soccer field EVERY DAY. You watch his solace walk past you when you watch TV and do your HW. The family eventually moves out. In retrospect I think they were gangstalked after her murder. They were a Hispanic family in Babylon after all. But we didn't live in the white place, we knew our place. 3/
One day you walk home from school & because you gotta pee so bad you take the woods. You know it's a risk without a crew of friends, but peeing yourself suks! Walking, guy on bike comes from behind (u hate being alone on a path with another) and you move over but he still rides close and what feels like a long nail scrapes a line in your ass cheek. So startling but by the time you catch your breath he is paces up the path. 4/
Whatever, you are on on a mission, you know how much creepy sh!t already happened? Kept walking and what do I uncover in front of me. Mr Bike, all decked out in spandex matching blue and orange, orange thinning to bald hair in a buzzcut, smaller wiry man, with a tiny d!ck in his hand pointed at little Ole me. I turned and ran. A few weeks later a bike cop in those woods arrested a friend for a nickel bag of weed. I know where in these woods Ivonne was murdered. 5/
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