Meet Dave
About the Author
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Escuse me, Sir. I hate to bother you, but there is a problem with one of the units.
Oh? What seems to be the trouble?
Well, Sir, it seems its head was installed upside down.
Really? Well whaddya know about that? Let's have a look... Ah, sure enough, it's upside down alright.
Should we scrap this one, Sir?
No, no, let's just see if we can make a few adjustments. First, we'll have to flip its nose over so it doesn't drown when it rains.
That sounds reasonable enough.
Yes, and as long as it's in the face shop, have them go ahead and switch the eyes and mouth around. (Don't worry about tthat... well, you know.) Then, send it on over to ears.
What about the hair, Sir?
The hair?
Well, yes, Sir. If it's left like this, all of the hair will be on the bottom of the head instead of the top. That might be a little hard to explain. Should we go ahead and take care of that?
No, I think the hair department will be tied up all day on that new Zayn Malik model. No, let's just tweak the face a little and toss it over onto the seconds pile. Delaware is always looking for a bargain.
Della, where?
Oh, never mind.
Delaware, affectionately known as Della (where?), did in fact pull the author from the seconds piles along with a $1.99 Abba CD and two loaves of day-old bread.
After a mostly unmemorable and unremembered childhood, a battle with alcoholism, and a few stays at various nut-huts, he is now 17-years sober, and has come to find sobriety, sanity, and peace.
He now lives with his wife, Ann, and their dog, Buddy on a North Carolina barrier island, in a little house called, “Island Time.”