Knives

French and Sweaty sometimes got into it. It was pretty rare, but occasionally things would get a little heated and the brothers would start swinging. French usually just got Sweaty in a twisted up wrestling hold and that would be the end. Once we were at Pancake's house and Sweaty caught French with a low blow in one of these rare scraps. French snapped and pulled a knife out of his sock.

 

He was brandishing it around and threatening to stab Sweaty. Pancake' dad came over real slow and took the knife and closed it up. He said; "I'm gonna take this knife. It is still yours but I'm going to put it away somewhere. If you need it you'll find it."

Weird, but Pancake's dad always talked like that.

Several months latter we were in a fenced off schoolyard playing basketball: Sweaty, Pancake, French, Bruce Fish and myself were having a good game of hoops. During the game two cars drove up and blocked off the gate. We were penned in. Five dudes got out of each car. They were from Perth and the had a beef with us because we were from Smith Falls. We were outnumbered 2-1 (worse than that because Bruce Fish refused to fight as he was a declared pacifist). These Perth boys were bigger and older than us so it wasn't looking good. The ten of them started to move forward.

Pancake made an observation: "What the hell is Bruce Fish doing?"

All 14 of us looked. He was systematically stabbing the tires of the two cars.

French took advantage: "I'm telling you boys he'll stab you next." Bruce Fish musta looked crazy. The Perth boys were pissed, but scared. We all slipped out of the gate past Bruce Fish and sprinted away.

A couple blocks later we stopped running. Bruce Fish handed French the knife. It was the knife that Pancake's dad had taken from him. Bruce Fish explained: "I found it stuck in that tree by the swings."