Gorilla Dunk Daily Part II (seasoned)

December 23rd, 1983, Lexington, MA. The squeak. It all started with a squeak, then a glow, finally camp speech about the best friend you didn't even know. But For me it was the squeak, that's where it started. It started with a squeak before the squeak I guess you could say I was trading at my height underneath my feet. The squeak yeah that's where it all started. The squeak was the key. The squeak changed everything about me. It's where defense began and my offense glowed alight. The faintest squeak, Tuesday night's. I wasn't sure what it was, it came and went only every now and then but the buzz, my guts, indeed it was something and suddenly i no longer had nothing. The squeak it wasn't an old hinge creek, nails on the chalkboard it was almost like a carnival my survivals reward. And then there was peace. The squeak. Teased me to come and take a peak. It came last Tuesday never on a Monday ever had I heard that squeak. That wonderf...