The occasional gardener

When I lived in Lore City as a kid I could be found riding my bike around 'backstreet'. It was then that I would notice a man mowing his lawn in overalls, a foam front ball cap, thick brown plastic frame glasses. And a red bandana wrapped around his neck to cover the hole where his adam's apple used to be. A nice guy that had lost his ability to speak.

Save the bunnies!

I remember drawing a first person picture of a gun barrel aimed at a rabbit during 'art class' in the 7th grade. It also had a title that I can't remember... something like 'dont hurt me!'.

This was done to infuriate a fellow classmate for a quarrel we were having at the time. You see he was an avid hunter. It worked - he even brought his mom in to see it hanging on the wall there under the chalk board, pouting the whole way.

I remember sensing the nuns got a kick out of this stuff... the drama of it all.