Reflecting

Sifting through my memory bank today, I remembered one time when Xave and I were alone at the parents' house and got to rootin' around the cupboards lookin' for snacks. In the skinny cabinet next to the fridge on the top shelf we saw a rectangular white box that could only have come from a chocolate shop. That's when Mister six foot one reached up, brought it down, opened the box and we saw its lovely contents - a single row of at least thirty dark chocolate covered pretzels. Xavier and I looked up into each other's eyes with glee at our discovery. We knew we'd get in a shitload of trouble for eating Mum's goodies, but we didn't care. That's when Xavier said, "Jesus, lookit that, it's like a Rambo clip of fuckin' chocolate covered pretzels." Dude, it so was.

ADD? Me? Pshaw!

Going thru boxes in the attic of my parents' home, my mother and I stumbled across a gold mine of childhood paintings and letters. This apology note shows that my Attention Deficit Disorder was in full swing at a very early age. See fer yerself:

That Screamin' Eagle Couch

I showed this picture to Bill from produce and he remarked, "Now that's a handsome davenport." Isn't it though?