You walked next to your friends, it’s the last day of school. Richie spoke up.

“What do they even do at the bar mitzvah? I heard they slice the tip of your dick off. Pull down Stan’s pants, turn to the crowd and go ‘Where’s the beef?!’.”

Richie said, giggling. You laughed and high fived him for that one. Bill turned to Stan and asked.

“Wuh-wuh-what do th-they even d-d-d-do at the buh-bar mitz-mitzvah anyways? Ruh-ruh-Richie says they slice the t-t-tip of yuh-your dick off.”

Stan sighed and answered. Eddie walked beside him, shaking his head.

“I’m supposed to give a speech and somehow I magically become a man. It’s easy.”

He said, then, suddenly we passed by Bowers Gang. Henry Bowers, the worst. Patrick Hockstetter, the craziest manwhore you’ll ever meet. Victor Criss, somewhat more tolerable than the other two, still a total dick though. And Belch Huggins, their getaway driver. Richie groaned and Patrick licked his lips at him. But, then.. you and Patrick made some intense eye contact there. You and him were around the same age. Anyways, you both didn’t break eye contact until you turned around the corner as Richie spoke again.

“Wonder if they’ll sign my yearbook. ‘Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot steamy dump in your backpack.’” He laughed, you seriously wouldn’t put it past those dweebs, they’re the ones who spent an entire afternoon lighting their own farts on fire.