In a Nutshell...
1.) Hellboy is now known as Willy Smiles.
2.) He might not have a college fund yet, but at least he has a bunch of cool-@ss nicknames.
3.) The nickname my parents gave me as a baby was Tish-a-boo. I just can’t do that to Willy.
4.) I’ve been listening to mostly French Hip Hop lately. Yes, I know I can’t understand what they’re saying, but with most of the crap out there it might be a good thing.
5.) Around the end of the summer I noticed a small squirrel running up and down my gutters. I decided to be a nice guy and let him be. That little bastard repaid me by burrowing into my attic and chewing a $3000.00 hole in my roof.
6.) My animal activist co-worker said, “When you catch him…don’t kill him! Make sure you release him in Franklin Park or the Blue Hills.” I looked at her and said, “Yeah, right. Not only am I gonna kill him. I’m gonna fry him up and eat him with a side of potatoes and onions.”
7.) I’m constantly busy. For each extremity I have there is a pressing issue that pulls me in it’s own direction of choice. Unfortunately, I’m not Plasticman, but I’m learning.
8.) Sometimes, I go through whole days without seeing Willy…and it kills me.
9.) Sometimes, I go through whole days without eating a meal…and I don’t even notice.
10.) Even though he was in the middle of a 12 hour day, he put down his tools and let me pick his brain. Not only did he offer his knowledge, he offered stories, jokes and unknowingly a gem. Through a thick West Indian accent he said, “Brother, I wake up everyday thankful just to have the strength to struggle.” I walked away in the drizzle holding his words close. Even though his dark hard-worked complexion is rough and weathered his spirit allows everything about him to shine.
2.) He might not have a college fund yet, but at least he has a bunch of cool-@ss nicknames.
3.) The nickname my parents gave me as a baby was Tish-a-boo. I just can’t do that to Willy.
4.) I’ve been listening to mostly French Hip Hop lately. Yes, I know I can’t understand what they’re saying, but with most of the crap out there it might be a good thing.
5.) Around the end of the summer I noticed a small squirrel running up and down my gutters. I decided to be a nice guy and let him be. That little bastard repaid me by burrowing into my attic and chewing a $3000.00 hole in my roof.
6.) My animal activist co-worker said, “When you catch him…don’t kill him! Make sure you release him in Franklin Park or the Blue Hills.” I looked at her and said, “Yeah, right. Not only am I gonna kill him. I’m gonna fry him up and eat him with a side of potatoes and onions.”
7.) I’m constantly busy. For each extremity I have there is a pressing issue that pulls me in it’s own direction of choice. Unfortunately, I’m not Plasticman, but I’m learning.
8.) Sometimes, I go through whole days without seeing Willy…and it kills me.
9.) Sometimes, I go through whole days without eating a meal…and I don’t even notice.
10.) Even though he was in the middle of a 12 hour day, he put down his tools and let me pick his brain. Not only did he offer his knowledge, he offered stories, jokes and unknowingly a gem. Through a thick West Indian accent he said, “Brother, I wake up everyday thankful just to have the strength to struggle.” I walked away in the drizzle holding his words close. Even though his dark hard-worked complexion is rough and weathered his spirit allows everything about him to shine.
