It was a dark and stormy night. The next day I woke up, got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head. Went to my studio and was suddenly awash in desire to make a red tricycle out of wood with the front wheel all wonky. And, so I did. It rolled so much as i was trying to paint it, that I finally had to drill a hole through the wonky wheel and stick a dowel through it so it would stop rolling. The red trike brings a smile to everyone's face, recalling those carefree days of their youths...sigh...can't you just hear the Popsicle Man coming down the block?
One day, my friend, Debby, apparently thought herself thin and gamine enough to sit on the beloved Red Trike. It broke under her. Now, it was pretty darn sturdy, i will tell you. But she just plopped her entire mass onto it. She laughed, as she always does when she breaks something of mine. I didn't, which is surprising as I always laugh (inadvertently, I assure you) when someone falls or hurts themselves: One time my friend Phillip was walking next to me and he shook a tree branch laden with the day's rain, onto me. He laughs at others misfortunes as i do, so he was laughing. Then I stepped onto a packet of ketchup left on the sidewalk and the ketchup shot up my leg to which I thought Phillip would likely have a heart attack he was laughing so hard. Then he walked right into an open man-hole and disappeared before my eyes! Let me tell you, I laughed so hard I peed in my pants (which then ran down my legs to meet the ketchup below). I laughed so hard that when I called 911, they thought it was a hoax. So, he had a couple of crybaby stitches in his TOE! Then he sued the city for leaving the manhole uncovered and got $5,000....didn't even take me to dinner! But, I still have my Red Trike...well, at least the pieces. I will rebuild!