With summer's arrival, Jack finds himself out of work and somewhat idle. After a few minutes of hitting the phones, Jack tends to fold it up and head for his playthings. Sometimes he shares a paper-bag fitted bottle of Similac with Jazzeppi (the dog). Other times he just loiters outside the family's garage, eyes peeled for rival toughs spoiling for some action. But mostly he just kicks it old school out front, exchanging intricate hand shakes with the mailman. One thing's for sure: His kids will hear of the wild times back in the Summer of '08.
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