WHY I COLLECT GLASS EYES
A true story
- •I went to 6th grade with a guy named Frank. He had a glass eye.
- •Once or twice a week the eye would get dirty and he'd need to go to the boy's bathroom to wash it.
- •He'd ask me to come with him.
- •We did this every week all year long.
- •These eye-washing days are about the only thing I remember from sixth grade.
- •That's why I collect glass eyes.