Kevin Fitzpatrick hadn’t needed the money as a child, coming from both a decently well-to-do family, not to mention receiving a weekly stipend from the local priest in exchange for being so “well-behaved” when he was younger. Eventually, however, his parents insisted that he “build character,” so Fitzpatrick hit the job market. He got a job delivering newspapers in his subdivision, a job he still credits to helping build up his throwing arm, ability to throw on the run, and general athleticism. Unfortunately, aiming at an entire driveway wasn’t exactly much of a challenge, so he started aiming at other things. At first he went for the garage doors at the end of the driveways, which was fun for the soft bang it made, but that was tiring. So then he started aiming at the cars in the driveways, trying to get them to land on the hood or, when that got boring, sleeping cats. Because cats are assholes.
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