My proud front yard circa May 2006. I shan't pretend it looks like this now.At middle left, my hens, back in their fleeting chickhood.
HENNESSEY (right): "Jeepers, looks like a great big world out there. S'pose we're ready for it?"
CAMILLA (left) drops an impetuous shit: "Is it ready for us?"
Hard to believe those little cotton balls are now feeding me scrambled eggs. Chicks having chicks. (Shaking head.)
At bottom left, Paulie Walnuts, aka Paulo, aka Mr. Wognuts, aka Plush Toy, aka Wally Almonds. A little light in his paw-pads. Currently recuperating from debt-defying surgery, consoling himself at tomcatsluts.com.
At bottom right, Brian, co-conspirator. Also goes by the name of DJ Crimson.
Oh, and that's me at the top, but don't try to discern anything about me from this picture, because it's a lie. My hair isn't actually straight; I had just come from my biennial haircut. And I don't mean twice a year.
Below is me again, but still a dishonest representation, since I haven't actually done hard time.
