To Tony, From Billy

Billy was my midget neighbor.  For a long time he thought my name was Tony, and I never bothered to correct him.  

The chain kept popping off of his minibike, which he rode to work, and he asked me to just weld his engine in place to keep it from moving.  Here's a letter he left me about it.

I almost miss living in that alley, it was like a constant circus.  When I'm more in the mood, I'll tell those stories in more detail.