Billy B. was right...
He was right all along...
I'd love to
know....
What was your strawberry bit?
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Mr Twenty
Twenty
I just turned 16.
It was 3:41 in the morning. That’s when Billy B. walked into my world.
My best friend Eric and I were out walking the streets, members of the Scottdale Crime Watch.
Now, think about this…
The Crime Watch folks had a brilliant idea. They realized they couldn’t beat the teenagers...
So they recruited us. They gave us a walkie-talkie and a mission, and suddenly we weren’t the problem anymore. We were part of the solution. Kinda.
We’d "patrol" the streets late at night. No guns. No cars. Just our eyes, ears, and youthful energy. It was good fun and we felt like we mattered.
That night we stopped at the local Sheetz.
Sheetz is the backwoods Pennsylvania version of a 7-Eleven, just with better
sandwiches. I was on break, slamming quarters into Pac-Man.
Wearing my black hoodie and camo pants…
As you can imagine…
I had a rock solid reputation…
I was already teaching martial arts at the YMCA, a teenage black belt in the making and I took this Crime Watch gig
seriously, even if it started off as a lark.
That’s when he rolled in.
Billy B.
Now, Billy didn’t look like much. But he was. You know what
I mean? He had that presence. That calm. That glint in his eye, made it seem like he already knew more about you than you knew about yourself....
