I was always the good one. My brother was a holy terror. He was so bad my parents actually PAID him to be good. Me, on the other hand, was good for nothing.
There was a neighbor, my Daisy BB pistol, and a broken tooth. Hey, when someone says don’t come any closer, don’t come any closer. I guess it was hard for him to hide the broken tooth, and that’s when the Sheriff became fascinated.