WHY I COLLECT GLASS EYES

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