Hi! My name is Chad! I come to America from Czechoslovakia. I like hunting, dirt bike riding, carving things from wood, and David Bowie’s music. Sometimes I take stupid chances while crossing the street because I absolutely hate waiting. Well, in one instance of this antsy behavior, I got my shirt ripped as a car’s rearview mirror somehow grabbed hold and tugged me by the neck. I was dragged about 30 feet before I finally fell free. Now it’s just a cool fashion statement. If I tell my story casually to passersby, they take pity and give me money to buy a new shirt. So, I guess it’s my lucky shirt too and I ought not
replace it…(SUCKERS!) Girls dig my dirt bike design on the front. My sister, Brisella, is a trickster. One night, she cut my hair while I was passed out drunk and gave it one hell of a chop job at the back. It’s okay though. I forgive her even though it makes me look kind of like I stuck my head in a blender. But now I look at it as an advantage because now I have natural air-conditioning back there. It’s no big deal if I get cold. I just wear a hat. ‘Changes’ is my favorite Bowie song and parents really do need to allow space for their kids to make their own decisions. Well, it’s been a long journey and I’d really like to get back to putting my life in order and thinking how I can cross the street fast without getting hurt. Hmmm…guess I could just run/dance in place while waiting to give my brain the illusion that I’m getting there faster. Yeah! And then passersby could have a little side show entertainment while they sit there in their smoke-blowing hot rods. That’d be cool! Okay, I’ll leave you with the thought of making your world a better place. I’d like a home. Play with me as you will, but if you reach a point of deciding to move on to better, cooler, or just different toys, do me a favor and donate me with my clothes on. It’s really rude to leave me naked on a second-hand store shelf for families to gaze and gawk at me. I get really embarrassed and ashamed.
Mahalo! (Thank You!)