The Youth Racket

The youth racket was a racket alright.

The youth racket was formed, first of all, in the morning. As early as possible for the morning. Like a second past midnight or something. It gave us time to collapse and reform at least twenty-nine times that morning. We were able to make that formed-in-the-morning claim.

By the afternoon, they were on to us.

The youth racket, to begin with, was blessed with all kinds of laudable aims and objectives. We had plans to donate to, and work for, a wide variety of charities. Good charities. People charities. In the end, however, it all came to nothing. We couldn’t, as they say, get our shit together.

By early afternoon our demise was a foregone conclusion.

But salvation of a sort came to us long before the sun sank into the floor. A big fellow. All muscle and tupelo. A man of few words and many crazy hand gestures. From his digits we learned how best to rescue the youth racket. How to make the youth racket work best for us.