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$120 |  11" X 10"  |  Acrylic on Marmoleum

At the time, crossing under the barbed-wire fence didn't seem to be a breach in Homeland Security. Sparky and I had done it often, usually at night to graze on virgin Buffalo Grass and Sumac. The chicos in fatigues looked harmless enough, plastic guns, dimestore Ray Bans, and camo iPods. They kept talking about bush this and bush that. For toy soldiers they were disturbingly obsessed with shrubs.

What I want to know, is how in tarnation did these pimple-faced patriots learn about the Taiwanese horn-shock interrogation method?... To purchase this goat painting email Brad Bunkers.