Isn’t it interesting how
some people just have this burning NEED to sign their names to things?
Take graffiti for
example. Some punk with a spray can paints his name in three foot letters on
the side of a bridge, and then is surprised when they get caught and are in
trouble for it!
Or my little brother,
Reed. When he was younger (maybe 7 years old) he once took a screw driver to
the fridge in our kitchen, carving his name on the side. He then tried to
convince Mother that “I didn’t do it!”
But then you have people
like my sister Noel – she once carved MY NAME into each and every wooden pew at
church!!!
She always was the smart
one.
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