My Demented High School F(r)iends and their Art

 When I was in high school my best friend's little brother and his friend and I hung out also. Both John and Jeff were into the art classes and did various paintings, carvings and drawings. They were demented smokers of the horkachorky. One winterish day John Ady Whitehouse and I were out on a snowy road in Ohio and he started digging in the area just off the road. After a bit he really started to look like a dog with all the debri shooting between his legs just the same way it appears when a dog vigorously digs a hole.  He found bottle after bottle.  There must have been a trash dump of one type or another at one point.  He gave me this bottle. I thought it was pretty cool. Mostly because he had devined a pattern. Although on the surface you did not see any trash once you went down a bit you hit a mother load of antigue bottles.  Its when you hit on patterns like this that you can strike a vein of gold.

Later he carved a replica of his thumb and attached a cork so as to make a stopper for the bottle.  Yeah it's a little wacked out but then my friends in high school always were.

Much Much later I can't really say when Jeff P. Carved the pipe you see on the left.  I think now that I've told you this story you can guess what went in that bottle.