Graffiti

My career as a graffiti artist never really got off the ground. Like Banksy, I was secretive and anonymous. But unlike Banksy, I never moved beyond a single signature image and no one ever paid me a dime. Armed with a pocket full of colored chalk, I would dawdle my way home from grade school, always on the lookout for a dull, empty stretch of sidewalk that I could dress up with a top-to-bottom, full color, life-size illustration of the human digestive track. I pulled it off dozens of times without ever once being caught by grown-ups, fortune or fame. (100)