Outlaw Randito
...the car, you too Cali.” His plan was simple; to get as much corn as possible. Cali and I dove out of the car and dove for the stalks. We were noisy but didn’t care. Then, all of the sudden, the farmer’s house across the street lit up and we could hear some dogs barking, raring to go. “Cali, what do we do?” I asked, scared and sweating now. “I don’t know man, grab some corn and let’s get the hell out of here!” He yelled as we ran from the field, corn up to our ears, and leapt into Mike’s car. “Mike, what the hell do you need this corn for?” Cali asked, out of breath. “Yo, I don’t know man, but was it not fun?” Pointless yes, but what else would we do? It was fun. Mike doesn’t care if his good time has a purpose, just as long as it makes us all laugh. And that night we laughed, hard, at things we could not tell about. We drove all over Little Rhody that night, and did Mike complain about the gas or for gas money? No, Mike was happy just hanging out with his “boys” and seeing us laugh. Ottone2 Mike’s humor is beyond any rational judgment, with his “I’ll do what I want” mentality, and strong disregard for any types of rules or authority. The only way I can think of for Mike to top his actions is when he starts flapping his gums. Who knows what will come out, but whatever does I’m ready for a good laugh. “Mike, why are you always touching people?” I asked one day after Mike slapped our friend Kevin in the head. “I don’t know man, why, you w...