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Originally Posted by h2co-pilot
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.  |
WTF??
Did he paint it?
I remember coming up on some Cubans while on patrol in the keys, Man they had a 3 cyl engine mounted in the middle of this old wooden boat. I have no Idea how that thing even floated or for that matter even got as far as it did.
But that somehow reminds me of all the Banana spiders down here, they are fun to play with....