This one time, at band camp...
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Okay, so I've gotten back into drawing my anime characters again. I've forgotten how difficult it is to draw anime guys...if not done properly, they tend to look more like girls--but without boobs. It's rather frustrating, and I'm going through erasers like crazy!
Weather update: I wanted to mow the lawn today, but it's supposed to rain any minute. Lately it's been pretty nice out, a little windy, and a bit chilly, but not frigidly cold. Yay! It's tornado season!! Okay, well, that's not a good thing, but if you've ever watched a tornado rip through a neighboring town, you'd know what I mean.
A Tornado story:
The year was about 1962, my dad was 14 at the time. He was at a friend's house with some other guys, no parents, just hangin out. It was a bright, sunny, warm day, then all of a sudden, it got dark and cloudy. Mist and fog quickly blanketed the area, while a torrent of rain and hail pounded the little town. The boys run outside, on to the porch, to experience the weather, then they see it. A massive twister headed right for the small town--right for them. The boys quickly run around, unplugging appliances, and throwing open the windows, they then take shelter in the basement under the stairwell. Ten minutes pass with relative quiet, until the entire foundation begins to shake, the four boys huddle closer together. As quickly as the shaking began it stopped. All was silent for a few moments, and they thought all was now well, so they stood up and prepared to depart the stairwell. Then the foundation began the shake more violently than before, and they dropped to dirt floor and holding on to one another.
"What the hell is going on?!" screamed Tom, but no one answered. Jack, however, did smack him upside the head for being an idiot and asking stupid questions at stupid times. Tom never did have good timing. Once the shaking stopped again, the boys waited a good twenty minutes, until they were certain the danger had passed. The boys cautiously climbed the stairs, opened the door that led to the rest of the house, and walked through it. All the boys stopped, their mouths hanging open in disbelief, as they looked around the house.
"My house!" cried Pete, "It's gone...it's fuckin gone!" He was correct, not unlike Dorothy, the house was completely gone. It had been picked up by the tornado, and smashed through the neighbor's now completely demolished barn. The only thing left of the house was the floor, including the trap door leading to the basement, and the large, iron bath tub.
The story you just read is true. The house was gone. The tornado ripped apart the small town of Mequon. Pete had a panic attack--he thought his mother was going to kill him. Tom fainted. Jack ran home to check on his family. And the other young man, who's not really mentioned (Bill), sat down in the dirt and proceeded to throw up when he noticed the demolished barn where he knew his dog had been sleeping.
Posted by good-feathers
at 4:33 PM CDT