LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY CAR!!! Last night, some kids painted up my car. I cant call the police on them, because, i was one of them so that would be awkward. Well, actually i was all of them. See, a lot of people have been calling me crazy, without proof. I thought i would give them some. Anyway, i really don’t care what people think of me. That ended in 9nth grade when my childhood friends all ditched me for no reason. I had even introduced some of them to each other. Anyway, in high school I was hugely popular without even trying. But most people are not as free as me because they are very concerned with what people might think of them. It stops them from doing many things, even saying things that are really on their mind. I don’t have that problem. I sold my art and did street ministry in NYC for 23 years. That pretty much shook loose all that nonsense, after discovering , sadly, that most people don’t even think—-at all. If i feel like painting my car in a ridiculous way, i just do it because ….well…..because. I don’t need a reason anymore than God needs a reason to make a Platypus or an Octopus, both insanely ridiculously wonderful creatures. Life is not a dress rehearsal. This is it —so do what you want to. i sure do and have a blast doing it.
