An insidious act of stupidity

Itriple dog dare you!

Those infamous words sparked one of the most misguided incidents of my first year in junior high school.

There was no use crying the shoulda, woulda, coulda blues — my one and only opportunity to stuff those five abominable words back into my big mouth had come and gone.

As two rocks went flying through the basement gym windows at Northside Elementary School, shattering glass like a thunderclap, I was jolted back to the reality of my ill-conceived plan.

In an instant, everyone scattered like cats caught in a rainstorm.

And even though yours truly was afflicted with a mild case of cerebral palsy, I ran like a murder suspect dodging police-issued bullets fleeing the scene of the crime.

Before we get into the most important aspects of this particular case, let me w