My Autobiography, Part 3. Paragraph 3

Mum was something else, for sure. Birthin me and Tanika in a parking lot like that, and then runnin by the post office on her way home! I don’t think the doctor even knew we was born until he counted heads at our next family check up. Problem was, Mum’s spunk was actually caused by a chemical addiction. I was 32 an the last little one, Flocinda, had just been born. Mum’s blood tests showed an unusually high count of C7H5NO3S: saccharine. After years of denial, we all had to come to terms with the fact that Mum had a Sweet Tea addiction. Thing is, without it, she didn’t have the energy to change one diaper, let alone 13. So we just let her keep on drinking.

I done been beat by a robot bird.

I saw this after my initial idea. Shoot.

Idea for maybe the best art ever.

I've been thinking about painting on an old album cover of the band Judas Priest. But covering up that razor blade on there with some kind of eagle head (to make it patriotic). Then I'd like to take some spray paint and make it look like it has some graffiti on it. I think I could do it.