
Knock, knock

While out on parole Johnny Dark Eyes decided that he would become a stand up comic. Seen above he trying out his best material on the Face of Everyman. “Knock, knock. Who’s there? Etch. Etch who? Bless you?” Few guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bothered to even laugh or snicker. The venerable sage remained stoic.
Bonfire?

Monitoring
Bodega

Hard Times

Recidivism
Career Criminal
Swindler

Algal Bloom
the Face of Everyman knew the diagnosis even before the young staff doctor made his pronouncement: contact dermatitis. A high tide coupled with high winds had driven an Algal Bloom right to the very spot inhabited by the venerable sage. It would take almost superhuman efforts by the kindly ol’ pensioner to return these waters to their pristine condition and magical pH number. It might be time to drain the swamp.


