This story is the first in my new School "Daze" Collection. Knowing us by now with all the previous stories, you just KNOW we have some swell stories of our "school years". You won't be disappointed! This story is yet another account of our "Fun with Cherry Bombs" continuing saga. At "noon hour" in high school, Tim, Gary and me would "hightail" it down to the local (and only) restaurant in our small village. It was called "Phil's Restaurant" because the owner's name was Phil. (Among my many gifts is a keen insight on the obvious). After "wolfing down" our lunch, we would dart across the road behind the bank to one of our numerous hidden smoking places to "have a weed" (our slang for a cigarette). We had several hidden places around town to "sneak a weed", and these will be the topic of a future account. Once and a while to "liven things up a bit", Tim or I would smuggle a cherry bomb to school, and after we had our "weeds" behind the bank, we would light up another one and make a "time bomb" by sticking the cherry bomb fuse into the lowest part of the lit "weed". We would then head back to school which was about 400 feet away, and while sitting in class, we would eventually hear the big explosion as it reverberated behind the bank! While the whole town was no doubt wondering what and where the explosion was, we would be tacitly flashing subtle grins at each other in class!
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