All my chalk, 'escapades', if you will. ( I have yet to figure out what that word means.).

I think like. 2 years back. I saw the bridge in my town on a walk and thought it could fit drawings on it. So I bought some shitty chalk from the local bargain basement and I'd get up at like 6am to walk down before school when noone else was awake and draw on it. Since then, I occassionally see somewhere I'm all "Hey that wall could have chalk on it." and take some chalk and go ham. This page will act as an archive of all the photos I have of my chalk stuff, scroll down for older photos - so you'll now be seeing the most recent stuff under here. Since there's no longer any third places, and there's nothing to do as a teenager outside without spending money I quite enjoy "chalking" as I've taken to calling it. I like to put freaks (aliens) on walls. Between you and me noone I draw is actually an alien. They just look it. And I'll always call them aliens, but theyr'e secretly all human. I'd like to keep that a secret between you and me, so if I ever actually become famous like I fantasize about I'll delete this part. I find it oddly therapeutic - like some sort of revenge. As a lifelong "weird kid" it was always like being a human and just like everyone else and having actual feelings that were really hurt by the things people said was a secret only I knew - so all my freaks being human is a little secret I've devised and hoped to keep secret. Like fuck you, since you don't think I'm human you can't know my silly little secret. bam. how ya like them apples?