Coke can kicker. At this point, it is May and warm for walking. It is dusty. An aluminum can can be heard scraping along the gravel. My god, such sweaty hands. This is because young naive types squeeze their palms into the other’s. At school, they were goaded by bullies and bystanders to spit their gum, to tongue each other. There was so much fear and now it can be smelled in the sweat on their palms.