I remember when I started art school, all I wanted to do is be an artsy-fartsy fag who couldn't get enough of the fast life. All I wanted was booze, tattoos, clubs, whatever. I always thought my mom NEVER UNDERSTOOD ME. She did. She had the best advice and if I was her I wouldv'e slapped me in the mouth for half of the stuff I said and did to her.
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