Creativity, Three Nipples And The Police...

If you must deface private property, then at least do it in style! When I was a lad of many moons, I used to try my hand at the art of tagging.  It was commonly referred to as vandalism then.  At least that's what the police told me and my parents.  I think that my dad believed them too.

I know the difference between vandalism and following your creative juices.  For instance, I once was a party to a party of kids that spilled, some say poured, bottles of ink into a lady's koi pond.  We were told the fish would turn blue when they breathed it in. That didn't wash with the police either.

Another time that I really had the creative mindset was when I went to a neighbor's to help him try to get his car started.  I thought I would show him how to make scrambled eggs on a hot engine.  He should have had the air filter on and the eggs wouldn't have run down into the carb.  Burned eggs require steel wool to clean off of hot metal if you ever need to know.

Oh and I'll never forget when I got my first tattoo.  Yes the creative bug struck again.  Never ever get a tat when you have a cold.  I have a tattoo of a gorgeous nude babe on my ass.  I sneezed at a critical time.  She has three nipples and is cross eyed to boot!  Sometimes it doesn't pay to try to follow the creative path that lay before you.  Sometimes you just need to slow down and take a deep breath.  Unless you want a third nipple.