Adventures in Christmas Tree Burning

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Tommy Morris was wiry, sinewy. Gap-toothed and muscle-teed, black hair pomaded-back all gummy and matted. The sort whom you’d call “methy” if you’d’ve known what the term was back then. But being a kid, you didn’t. Being a kid you didn’t know much. That’s what the grownups always said: “That kid, he don’t know shit. He’s just a kid.”