Confessions of a Graffiti Artist
This is a true story.
I was in a facility in Florida similar to the one I am in now catering to old folks who are still active. I was put in a small dining room and ate my three meals there. However, my seat was in a small dining area. I was eating with two women who were always unhappy.
I was facing an empty wall with ancient wallpaper and with no one to speak to so I decided to demand at least a picture to look at as I faced a blank wall.
They were getting ready to throw away a large “BLAH” looking picture and frame but I brought it to my empty wall.
It was a horrible picture, so every afternoon when no one was around I worked on the picture, and lo and behold they use it now at the head of the dining area.
(Age 102)