I've Never Made Up Events, But I've

I See You That Have A Little Swimming Mouse

I Didn't Know About The Rest Of The Class, But When Bastille Day Eventually Rolled Around, I Planned To Stay Home And Clean My Oven.

For As Long As I Can Remember, My Father Saved. He Saves Money, He Saves Disfigured Sticks That Resemble Disfigured Celebrities, And Most Of All, He Saves Food. Cherry Tomatoes, Sausage Biscuits, The Olives Plucked From Other People's Martinis --he Hides These Things In Strange Places Until They Are Rotten. And Then He Eats Them.

I Always Knew I Wanted It To Be Illustrated.

I Was Just Struggling With My Inner Vachette And Pondering The Depths Of My Own Inhumanity.