MolleeOtts

I read a story once, when I was young, about a kid sent by their father to get tamales from the tamales street cart.  "Molleeeee Otts!" the vendor would yell, communicating "Hot Tamales" in that hot-dog-vendor-at-a-baseball-game style. The tamales vendor was a black man, and the kid was white. The kid got hungry and ate a bunch of the tamales on the way home. When the father saw so few tamales, he assumed the street cart vendor had ripped off the kid. Afraid of the father's rage, the kid didn't say anything. The father got really angry and stormed off to confront the tamales vendor.

I don't remember how the story ended. I just remember feeling absolutely wrecked by it. Despite searching for years, I've never been able to find that story as an adult. So that's where the name comes from.

Anyway I write silly little games.