Tommy Puke And The Boy With The Golden Barf - Plot & Excerpts
"It'll kill you!" Tommy shook his head. "Cast-iron stomach." When he said it, he sprayed out bits of gooey gray fish, some of which landed on me. "Seriously." The sight of him chomping that foul seafood made my gorge rise in my throat. "That's just sick, man." Tommy grinned and kept chewing...then spat the rancid gruel in the dirt. "Don't worry, Josh." He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. "I was just messing with you." As we walked further, the garbage became more plentiful. It was scattered along the path and among the trees, piled on the ground and even dangling from branches. Soon enough, it was impossible to take a step without walking on rubbish. As I picked my way along, trying not to put my foot in anything too gross or dangerous, I called to Tommy, who was up ahead of me. "So what's the big deal about Hesperides Gulch?" Tommy waved for me to catch up with him. "All will be made clear, Grasshopper." He waited for me, scratching his crotch, at the crest of a little hill.
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