| Like the first girl you kiss and the first dollar you make, you'll never forget. Cleaning up was a necessity after the mess I had left after working so skillfully on a project of mine. It neither appreciated my art nor felt the sting of it for long. I was sure to make it timely. Inefficiency in the day's reality is farcical at best. So how could I forget such a joyous event as my very first blood bath? I will remember Stewart for all ages to come. He was my first. |


























