So when I was finally old enough to survive on my own without my stinky guardians, I moved to the city and got a job as a temporary manhole cover. In the abscence of a real manhole cover, my job was to cover the hole with my body until a replacement arrived. Although I was hit by 32 different cars, and hospitalized 14 times during my 6 month stay on the job, I can't say the experience was all bad. At the end of every day, if I did a good job, I would get a cracker . One day my boss offered me money, but I didn't like the taste of it, so I stuck with the crackers.
Crackers are yummy.
I had my friend, who just happens to be a composite artist, draw a picture of me. Ok, so if you really want to see a pic, click Here. For a newer pic, click Here.