Bouncy the Kid.

Any color but a YELLOW line protruding a junction from the storm drain after the left onto Thee Lane from off Kearsarge Ass' after the Flag Day House and my Victorian Group Mansion. An fuckin' enourmous adolescent boy did a back roll flop off a yellow polka dot little bit psycho little bicycle and gave me the thumbs up and rode away. By now, ya, he must be dead. It's just for him. There will be no other deaths.