by Loren Sanders
Nothing about me is complicated. Nine pieces of wood and a coat of white paint. For others like me, life is pretty simple. Some end up in grungy bars with a film of stale alcohol separating them from husky jorts hiding the lower half of a Tebow tramp stamp. Others in high school Physics classes watching their users try to figure out how to drop a five gallon water jug off of the roof while maintaining the integrity of an egg.
Some get stuck in the corner by the crayon cabinet and are only visited by the troublemakers who are supposed to be learning a lesson or thinking about what they’ve done. The lucky ones? The lucky ones end up in a college art classroom supporting the weight of artistic co-eds looking to connect with their inner Picasso.
