This guy on the left keeps me crackin’ up. That’s my Wild Man. (Blurry photo as I try to sneak up on them.)
The guy on the right keeps me crackin’ up. That’s his sidekick, Mr. Drama.
They have a ball together and could talk all the legs off a centipede. They could power a small country with jaw movement alone. They regularly injure one another in wrestling matches trying to establish who is dumb and who is dumber. Right now, it’s a tie.
They’re killin’ time here between performances in a production.
At least they weren’t killing each other.
The Wild Man has one wrist in a brace and an injured thumb on the other side after the smack down a few days ago.
Yep, it’s good to be fourteen, heavy on testosterone and energy, light on gray matter. Hopefully, this will balance out when he gets older.
Probably around 75.
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