In Middle School I used to take water color classes in this woman's attic afterschool. She was an amazing teacher and there were only 3 kids in a class and I think she had only 2.
Anyway, it was me, a girl named Laurie and this guy Michael in the Tues/Thurs class. I had grown up with Michael- from a distance, in elementary school etc. He started getting weird in the 5th grade or so. He was a talented artist- not amazinly talented- but talented and he was very bizzare. Kinda like the artistic homo brother in "Wedding Crashers", but not a homo, at least I don't think so- could be- it doesn't matter.
Anyway, he was weird. Just would peer over his shoulder at me from the easel if he thought I was checking out his stuff. His hair was just stickin up all over the place all the time like he was attacked by 5 cows and they all licked his head at once- beady little eyes, you get the picture.
Anyhow, I later heard Michael and his family went to FL to vacation for a couple of weeks and a dead Haitian had washed up in the water or surf next to him.
