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| It was about 2:30 in the morning. The rain started pissing down with a vengance, and all I wanted to do was find somewhere to stay dry and do my twenty bucks worth of dope. No one had been found earlier, so I was on my own (which I was actually very cool with). I found a 76 gas station on the corner of Mollison and ... shit, I can't remember..but it was closed. I used one of my many acquired skills and broke into the public bathroom. The light bulb was burnt out, so all I had was the lighting from the street light that fought its way through the fogged glazed window. I did my dope and then turned my attention to taking a piss. As I stood at the urinal, I started reading all the shit written on the walls...Metallica...gang writing I couldnt make out...people's names, scribbles...alot of stupid shit. I thought, what a waste of time. if your gonna go outta your way to write something...at least make it worth while. So there I was with my Sharpie, black permanent felt tipped marker in hand (never leave home without it) at about a quarter after three in the A.M., spun like a top and wet as a mop. Here is what I graced the wall with. It was truely the masterpiece of the white tiled wall! |
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