Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for May 15, 2010
Transcript:
scrappy lad: how about we hold hands, moxie? moxie: how about you hold my fist with your face? Man: lissen up, brats! this ain't no place for kids, so hit the bricks, you two! moxie: What?? where are we supposed to go? man: I don't care! find a playground! scrappy lad: At 2:30 in the morning?? man: *sigh* what good are bars if they don't keep kids off the street...?
There’s a nice little pool hall around the corner. That’ll keep you kids out of trouble.