My friend Katie and I were strolling along a walkway on campus (ASU) the other day when we found ourselves stopping at the edge of a small patch of lawn, staring down at it. Because this patch of lawn didn’t just stick out like a sore thumb. It stuck out like a severed head. Many severed heads, actually.
The tops of the heads were gouged out, and hair plugs of flowers and grass were stuffed inside.
“Well I guess I haven’t seen everything yet, after all,” Katie remarked as she gazed at the heads scattered on the grass. She hails from a university in Montreal, which boasts a whole different flavor of crazy, apparently.
“No, you haven’t. You’re at ASU now,” I said.
It happened to be Callaghan’s birthday. What more could he ask for? Besides, there was a sign that said “Please take one.” So I did.
Katie said, “This is exactly why I moved to Arizona… the weird crap here is different than the weird crap in Montreal!”
Always glad to provide.