well, after that last post i really wanted to blog something uplifting. but there's a lot of negativity in the air, especially since some really shitty teenagers decided to vandalize the historically preserved former new england home of robert frost, whose natural surroundings inspired most of his poetry.
check it. not cool.
in the days of my youth, i too partook in the occasional "kick back" at the local park. i also admit to drinking warm beer behind the sports chalet on torrance blvd., and am guilty of crashing many a house party. i have probably tracked dirt into some unsuspecting parents' home and made drunken quesadillas with their last tortillas. however, NEVER - even in the worst of my teenage years - would i EVER think about pissing into robert frost's antique possessions or hack loogies at the paintings he so carefully decorated his summer home with many years ago.
this really makes me hate teenagers. i said i would never be one of those people. hope you enjoy the artwork above inspired by me being uninspired.