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It was 'Family Day' in Kingston 1978 and I was 8 years old. The field was strong and competitive with other little convict bastard children, as you can see, the athleticism was on display with every young entrant coming out of the gate, yet I rose to the occasion with my flowing golden locks and my knee high socks, blowing away the competition in a finals race that is likely still spoken of to this day within the confines of the prison.
I know some of you are probably thinking the competition was not legit with all the crackers in the race. Well, fuck that, these crackers could run I tell ya. Just look at the stride on that kid in the light blue shirt trying to keep pace. The dude could run like a deer, but I bested him anyways!
It was 'Family Day' in Kingston 1978 and I was 8 years old. The field was strong and competitive with other little convict bastard children, as you can see, the athleticism was on display with every young entrant coming out of the gate, yet I rose to the occasion with my flowing golden locks and my knee high socks, blowing away the competition in a finals race that is likely still spoken of to this day within the confines of the prison.
I know some of you are probably thinking the competition was not legit with all the crackers in the race. Well, fuck that, these crackers could run I tell ya. Just look at the stride on that kid in the light blue shirt trying to keep pace. The dude could run like a deer, but I bested him anyways!
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