A Slice of Ben Dragu
Ben grew up in the foothills of Southern California, getting dirty the moment his Tuff Skins met the crab-grass. An avid sportsman with a disinterest for sports on television; Ben discovered a dead cow in the hills behind his home. In the process of giving birth, the mama cow died and the calves were CLEARLY still inside. She was huge and growing larger. She had been dead for several days and was filling with hot gas. A terrible thought (in which a long, sharp stick and a loud blast) flashed through Ben's imagination. He never did poke that dead cow, but we will never know if it was because he was abiding by some sacred sense of respect for all things dead or if it was because a nearby farmer started screaming wildly and running towards young Ben.
