I used to draw on the walls when I was a kid. And later a writting of short messages came along... But my Mother was the happy one :) A disturbed childhood? No! A freedom! That's why I like graffiti. Like a time-machine, it brings me back...
P.S. Mom, I didn't draw this one! I swear!!!
P.S. Mom, I didn't draw this one! I swear!!!
2 comments:
Ha, ha, ha I love this!!! Old men are my weakness for cuteness spasms - oh's and ah's. :)
He is cute, isn't he? Not sure how young though ;)
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