As Stinks embarks upon his third year on earth, he has decided to sacrifice childish diversions in order to focus on his art career; instead of finding him stuffing his face at the cat trough, hitting Chairman in the ass, or taunting overweight pigeons, I find him always at the desk, tirelessly lucubrating to construct intricate mobiles out of stale cat chow and found ribbon. -Gladys Potter.
During my dark years of obsessive compulsion, you could find me in my dorm room tirelessly lucubrating over a black and white composition book, doing every one of my papers for the entire term in three weeks time at the beginning of a semester. Sleeping, eating, relaxing – those were but ideas hanging from life’s mobile, waving tauntingly above my head, always just out of reach.
When did my life go so wrong, Paul Revere thought to himself as he sucked on the blunt edge of his quail feather quill, that led me to this? This lucubrating into all hours of night, while my children gaze at their oak wood mobile? Those ungrateful rat bastards. One day, people will speak of my hard work…one day, I will be American royalty. One day, some bitch named Sarah Palin is going to ruin my life’s work…what is the god damn point?