“I don’t even remember where the hell I got the spray paint can.”

I had this friend, and she was having a birthday party. And there were kids there that I didn’t know that were a little bit older that I felt like I wanted to impress. Anyways, near her house is like this Christian summer camp. So, we could walk through the woods from her house to this camp area. And I remember, like, taking a spray paint can and painting on the back of this pavilion, there, like this anarchy symbol. Nothing ever became of it. I don’t think they had cameras or kind of knew what was going on. I don’t even remember where the hell I got the spray paint can. Sometimes I feel like some of this stuff from my childhood is like, I must be remembering it wrong, but I distinctly remember this. Um — or what possessed me to do it. But I did that. I don’t know if, what became of it, but I felt like, “Oh, I’m hot s***” because I could impress these older kids. Anyways. I don’t know. I never heard about it again after that, so.