Larry spotted him sitting alone on a bench across the street from the high school on Vincennes Street. He had not seen Ritchie Braddock for quite a while, at least a few months by now. Everybody recognizes Ritchie Braddock; he’s a legend, kind of a miracle boy. Besides that, he’s an old buddy and Larry wanted to catch up. Ritchie, a sort of shy and bashful kid, was suddenly launched into stardom a couple years ago by sinking a last-minute jump shot in the state basketball finals to put his team in the championship game. Ritchie is a good guy to hang out with for reasons other than his minor stardom. He’s a local basketball legend; not a great player, but a good one. And most of all, a real lucky one. Ritchie Braddock is what you call a nice, quiet guy, who never makes trouble, is a fair athlete, and does well with his studies. He mainly keeps to himself, except for one or two good friends. He lives in a spare back room at Mrs. …show more content…
While I tried to explain what happened, Neil continued laughing uncontrollably, trying to tell me their tale of how he and Ketchum ran all the way to the local burger chef, ‘bout a half mile away, hid in the restroom and had a friend who worked there help them out. He was never mad about getting abandoned. Neil might have thought I pulled a trick on him and Ketchum, but he never said. It was all good clean (albeit naked) fun and games for Drewer. ~~~ Larry has made driving a car a form of art. He’s also careful to know where the cops hang out. He’s never been in serious trouble with the law, but the day is still young. He glared at his driver’s side rear view mirror; Bodean was pulling up beside us in the lane to his left. He looked over at Bodean and he purposely locked eyes with him. I looked the other way, hoping he didn’t recognize me while he was waiting for the light to change. Larry, on the other hand, was ready to go. “I’m gonna blow this pig off the