IN
THE BEGINNING
How It
All Started
After
a few weeks the patterns were evident that this was more that just a third
grade friendship that would blow away as time passed. Every morning Spike
and Doc could be found sitting in the home of Mr. Spike, watching Bozo
the Clown and figuring out what to do upon arrival at the school. Day
in and day out this would continue, and if it was a weekend the boys could
be found most anywhere in the Walled Lake area. Even at this young age
the transformations were occurring, or maybe it was a mutation.
The
only things that continued to cross the minds of the two were ways to
get into some kind of trouble or make easy money. For third graders
they were quite good at it. At first sight they were just tiny con men.
They would sit for hours devising ways to make money from the other
kids at the school or how to get into fights if no money was available.
Money,
they knew that they had to have it. It was the only way that they could
buy the bags of weed that they required to keep themselves under control.
It seemed like only days earlier that they were introduced to the mellowing
sensation of the weed that had become a major factor in their lives.
They had been visiting some of Spikes older friends' months before.
There they were, sitting around a campfire built out back of one of
the peoples houses. The joints were passed around, and made their way
to their hands.
Like
a magnet to steel the joints found their home in Doc and Spikes' lips.
As the first inhales of the forbidden smoke entered their lungs they
coughed and choked. As the night went on, it became easier and easier
to hit the joints as they came around. Slowly they felt that they had
been transformed into a dream state. This was the most satisfying sensation
that they had ever felt. They were relaxed and at peace with their surroundings.
This was something that they had never before felt. They were never
at peace with anything. They needed some money.
One
day they were talking to another student at the school. It seems that
this kid, James K. was having many confrontations with some of the larger
students in the school. As if Siamese twins, Spike and Doc had a brilliant
idea at the same time. Train Jim in the martial arts, making him believe
that they were already trained. They could charge him for the training.
Money, they needed that.
Day
after day the two could be seen teaching Jim things that they did not
know. Every recess they would retreat to the farthest reaches of the
school yard. Looking for boards and other materials as they went. For
each recess period they would charge Jim $.25. Boy did he think that
he was getting a deal. After a while, Jim started to feel that he could
handle himself. Their con training had worked, at least on his mind,
providing the boy with courage. They also provided themselves with money.
Shortly
after the training was over they had conjured up another way to make
money. The Spike/Doc Detective agency was now opened. Show and tell
provided many financial opportunities for them. Each day they would
make sure to steal and hide some of their fellow students' property.
Knowing where it was made them the best detectives that had ever been
known in the school. The charge for location of property varied with
the value of the items that were missing.
They
had relocated dolls, teddy bears, pots and pans, homework papers, just
about anything that held some sort of value to the students. The finding
process was quite simple. After they received their specified compensation
and some time spent for investigation of the case, they would find the
missing items. Every one thought they were good. They even received
some out of classroom assignments. They continued this through fourth
and fifth grade. It was good money. It was easy money.
All
good money making opportunities must come to an end. With a careful
eye, their sixth grade teacher Mrs. B. caught them in the act of "property
relocation", and promptly closed them down. Their principal was not
enthusiastic with their mission either. Many recesses were ruined by
her. Setting in front of the office on the bench, while all the other
students were on recess was starting to bother them. Here sparks another
idea.
They
were released from the bench the next day. As they walked into the play
ground, they could see the playground supervisor Mrs. G. out to the
left. Their fellow students were playing and having fun all over the
yard. Now was the time. No one was expecting it. It would take Mrs.
G. a long time to reach them. "Lets do it".
"Wap!"
as Spikes fist found its target in the center of Doc's head he could
feel the blood trickle down from his eyebrow onto the ground. "Pow!"
Doc hit him on the side of the head. Doc looked at his hand and it was
covered in blood. Spike grabbed hold of Doc and shoved him headlong
into the side of the brick building. Doc looked down at his shirt and
realized that he was leaking blood from a large opening. Their hands
locked around each others' throats, and they fell to the ground. As
they squeezed harder and harder the blood would rush out of their mouths.
Through all the intensity of the situation they had managed to keep
and eye out for any teacher or principal. After some more punching and
kicking each other, they found that they had turned into the center
of attention. Looking up their faces met Mrs. G. and the Principal.
Being
yanked apart and dragged down the hall with the blood covered bodies
and clothes was exciting. They had the attention of every student in
the school by the time they were forced into the office of the principal.
Looking hurt and war-torn they stood in front of her desk. The nurse
brought them each a damp towel and they started to clean off their faces
and arms. They never knew the fake blood from the tubes that they discarded
would be so hard to get off the skin. The laughter started as the lecture
on fighting began. After some puzzling looks from their beloved principal
and the explanation of the fake blood, they were assigned a week on
the bench out side the office. Somehow they knew that it was coming.
Time for another plan.
As
they were starting to plan, Doc's eye was caught by his girlfriend at
the time, Kim S. It was then that Doc had this excellent idea. Doc started
to reveal it to Spike.
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