Have you ever gone and taken a can of spray-paint to the wall of some public building? I have. I’ve done it a lot. You should try it sometime. You won’t regret it (unless you get caught). I’m not in it for the street cred, or the so-called artistically expressive experience. Blah blah blah. Whatever. Bunch of god-damned softies. I like that people read into what I write. I like that they think my stuff fits right in with all that other bleeding-heart, protesting, social-cause mongering, obnoxiously righteous, pussy-ass, slogan-shouting slander. I’m in this for one reason and one reason only: I’m listless with nothing to do. Yea, that’s the whole story. That’s the inspiration, my cause de jour. Front-page material, I know. Thing is, I don’t want to be stuck at home doing nothing. So it honestly doesn’t matter much what I make. Whether it be a masterpiece or just a big spray-painted cock on the wall, all the same to me. The real story is in the bullet holes and blood I sometimes find myself painting over if you want my honest opinion. Anyways, you should go try it out sometime. Especially if you find yourself with a wall and paint and nothing to do.
