To my fellow outlaws, outcasts and misfits,
When I was a kid, I would walk to various parks and find a pack of fellow filthy ragamuffins and ask one simple question: “Can I play?”
I remember how hard it was to ask, how nervous I was watching other kids play freeze tag, ghosts in the grave yard or lob (which is like baseball but the pitcher has to lob the …
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