Ladies and gentlemen, meet J.D.:
J.D. showed up in my front yard a little before noon on Saturday. He was in search of some Valentine’s Day candy. I regretfully informed him that none of us had gone Valentine’s Day shopping. He said a bottle of whiskey would do, and I obliged.
We had fun with J.D. for a while, but when we turned our heads for a few minutes, neighborhood vandals took advantage of him, stealing his liquor and destroying his clothes. When they were done, there wasn’t much left of him:
We were all quite heartbroken, but at least we’ll always have the memories.
R.I.P. - J.D.
02/14/2004 - 02/14/2004