We told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs, and we set out for the creek in the woods behind our house.
Nothing good ever came from those boots. He wore them black and with a pointed toe.
It was a gloomy day, prevailing clammy weather throughout. After a hard days work, I made my best effort to find a seat in the bus, by pushing one or two passengers out of my way, with my weight.