So sorry about how short these chapters are but would you rather long
chapters and no updates or short chapters and lots of updates? Well yeah so
here's chapter four and a quick SO
Revolver: I AM NOT A BOOGER!!! Ok here's more... maybe you'll show up in the near future.... Or long future... I don't know...
I began to explore Brooklyn a little bit, is was something I haven't done in a long time. After about a hour of wandering I made my way to Sheepshead races and saw Racetrack, he looked rather down in the dumps.
"Wats da mattah loose all yer money again?" I said jokingly as I ran up to him.
"Yeah..." he said
"Anythin else botherin ya?"
"Kinda..." he said a bit more depressed.
"Can ya tell me? Or is it a secret?" I asked sticking my hands in my pocket and walking alongside him.
"Its dat goil, I jist cant git 'er out of me head..." he told me.
"Dang yer only what eleven? Dats a bit young ta be like dat ovah jist one goil. " I said quickly.
"But it was jist you know, different... I could tell her anything..."
"She was also out cold!" I laughed.
"Yeah yer right... I tink loosin da last eight bets has gotten to me head..." Racetrack laughed and shrugged off all thoughts he had.
We both walked back to the Manhattan lodging house. We were greeted by a few of the other boys and then we went to the bunkroom to hang out with some of our friends.
Revolver: I AM NOT A BOOGER!!! Ok here's more... maybe you'll show up in the near future.... Or long future... I don't know...
I began to explore Brooklyn a little bit, is was something I haven't done in a long time. After about a hour of wandering I made my way to Sheepshead races and saw Racetrack, he looked rather down in the dumps.
"Wats da mattah loose all yer money again?" I said jokingly as I ran up to him.
"Yeah..." he said
"Anythin else botherin ya?"
"Kinda..." he said a bit more depressed.
"Can ya tell me? Or is it a secret?" I asked sticking my hands in my pocket and walking alongside him.
"Its dat goil, I jist cant git 'er out of me head..." he told me.
"Dang yer only what eleven? Dats a bit young ta be like dat ovah jist one goil. " I said quickly.
"But it was jist you know, different... I could tell her anything..."
"She was also out cold!" I laughed.
"Yeah yer right... I tink loosin da last eight bets has gotten to me head..." Racetrack laughed and shrugged off all thoughts he had.
We both walked back to the Manhattan lodging house. We were greeted by a few of the other boys and then we went to the bunkroom to hang out with some of our friends.