I first locked eye to dead eye with Fred when he was hanging next to a broken gun in a tower room full of blankets and old dolls, of an abandoned backwoods Pennsylvania church that looked like it had been hit by the apocalypse right in the middle of a Sunday neighborhood church yard sale.
I was way too terrified to take him, but my brother Steve wasn't.
In the weeks following, Steve was delivered an enormous life blow, followed by totaling his truck (of which Fred rode on the dash). When Steve said he gave Fred away the other day I was suddenly compelled to toss aside my other painting and paint Fred. In two days he came out, and in those two days my TV went black with the sound of fire in the background, and then my jewelry case fell off the wall right after I took a pic of it and posted a reference to it and my dead grandmother.
Now Fred is sitting in the dark in the living room and I don't like it one bit.
Somebody please buy him.
Brand new! More pics to come.