It all begins in Cato’s Ale House in Oakland. We are seated at a table that is covered in names and such carved into the wood. Then I wondered, how cool would it be to put my name in with all of the rest?
I am no great carver of wood, but it was not so much about creating a masterpiece. I just wanted to leave my mark, and urinating on the table leg is not the kind of exhibition I indulge in.
So tonight I am at dinner with my boss, and another opportunity to leave my mark presented itself. However, this one will be tossed out with the trash. This leads to another question: Where will this tagging lead? I could take a trip up to the highlands to pee my name in the snow. I am sure you would all love to see a picture of that… (pause for readers to finish gagging on that thought)… Some day I might try a bridge, or the side of a subway car, but for now I am content to doodle in an innocent way.
The thought is just intriguing.