I’d like to mention that everything that happens in this story arc is entirely true. When I was 11 years old, I really did come up with the idea to sell clay flowers to make some quick cash off my unsuspecting neighbors. The results of this venture will be revealed as the pages progress, but this is one of the perfect examples of my youthful eccentricity; I really don’t have to embellish this story at all to make it more interesting or funny. It’s simply crazy enough on its own.
