Back in the Bronx, cutting school came with its own set of risks. The truancy cops were out there patrolling in the paddy wagon, looking for kids who thought they could get away with a day off. I never got caught, mostly because my strategy was simple — just stay home. One time a few friends and I ventured out toward Coney Island and some cops spotted us. They knew we were lying about where we were headed, but they gave us a chance to turn around and walk away clean. We took it and went straight home. As it turns out, the couch was the safest place to cut school all along.
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