Ah, clubs gone by! When
I was in the sixth grade I started a club, too: the mischief-makers club. We'd roam the neighborhood, looking for trouble to cause. Like taking the toys of little kids and tossing them up into a tree or on a roof. Like telling them their parents had been in a car accident and were dead
. Or that their pets had run away and were never coming back. Yes, if there is a hell, I'm gonna burn.