I know it sounds dumb; maudlin, garish, and probably a little insane. I get it. But growing up without a father or a mother, I learned a lot…not to be hyperbolic, but maybe everything actually, about morality and integrity from comic books.
I woke up to the sound of loud thumps, and looked over to Pinter’s bed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I’d heard of blanket parties before, hell I feared them for a long time, but I'd never seen one. We came to see the blanket party as a tall tale, told to new kids to keep them frightened, but there it was, right in front of me. Four boys knelt on either side of Pinter’s bed, pulling his blanket down tight and trapping him underneath. Each had a sock with a thick bar of soap in it, and they were beating Pinter over and over again.