The Grafitti vandal’s resourcebook
Those were the days when I was having difficulty in the simple act of staying alive. Arguably no one was choking me or holding a choloroform soaked handkerchief to my nose, nor was there any lack of vitamin B12 or iron or iodine in my food. I was a victim of huge expectations from my own life, influenced by how the influencers show off about the bigness of their small lives. However, the real reason was also my boss and my family and my landlord who were all the time pretending to own my life and had me pretty much … Continue reading The Grafitti vandal’s resourcebook