visible injuries

(Sometime around 2 am an attempt is made to repair a broken necklace.)

Can you go get me the Krazy Glue?
No problem. Where is it?
Back closet, third shelf on the right.
(Off to the closet to retrieve the Krazy Glue. The container with four tiny tubes is exactly where specified.)

Can you help me open these? They are sealed shut.
I thought you just poke a hole in the top with a pin?
It's okay. I got this one open.
(Minutes elapse.)

Can you get me some alcohol?
Like a drink?
No. Some type of alcohol. I just glued my fingers together!
Seriously?
Seriously!
Where do you keep it?
Where do you think? Can you please hurry!
(Off to the medicine cabinet. Return with rubbing alcohol and a few cotton pads.)

It's working. You didn't have any idea how get Krazy Glue off did you?
I'm sure I would have figured something out.
I'm glad I'm friends with a lot of doulas. You'd be useless in there.
(I guess she means in the delivery room were we ever to consider procreating.)
(Silence.)

Could you get me some more cotton pads?
Sure. Why?
I'm stuck to the necklace.
(Silence.)

Do you think I'm stupid?

see you in the next millenium

It's amazing how, in his five years at the 'boo, Clay was able to get good grades considering he dozed in his classes. His most memorable time was summer '89 when his parents journeyed to darkest Africa without him. His pet peeve is people whose feet stink and the Boston Celtics. This hip-hop mugster says thanks to God, Mom, Pop, Dunni, Ang, M.C., B.H., Coach John Thompson for making Georgetown great, and to Chuck D., Flavor Flaw and krs-1 for spreading the word. PEACE.

The actual prose, spelling and punctuation of one Clayton Earl Sutherland Hendricks, circa 1990, Cariboo Hill yearbook.

Check me out right here yo!


You can almost hear in the background...
That girl is poison
Never trust a big butt and smile
That girl is poison...