At an early age our little gang treasured candy about as much as anything. One reliable source of candy was Grandma Goodwin. We could always go knock on her back door and say "Could we have some candy?". Grandma would lead us to the big candy storage area in the dinning room and reward each of us with a treat. Well, being the greedy little pigs we were one piece of candy each was not enough, so we hatched a plan to rob granny. The plan was fairly simple. A contingent would be sent to the front door of the house. As granny went to the front of the house to be besieged by candy bums, one of our expert sneakers, which was usually Chris Hiles would go in the back door and quickly remove the entire supply. Lord Kadizzle can still clearly remember the day, because it was he day he learned the word irony.
Grandma went to get the candy while we waited at the front door. When granny returned she said " I just ran out". In my mind I thought "Indeed you did, your candy just ran out the back door". We must have developed a little bit of a conscious after that, I don't ever remember doing it twice. Perhaps we realized like Bush says "Fool me once, fool me twice, whatever". Perhaps when Grandma pulled that gun on us the next time and yelled "Give back that candy you little Bastards". Maybe that is when we realized the need for better community relations.
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