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When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist.
So one winter, I melted crayons on the hall furnace vent.
It turned out my Dad was not much of an art fan.
I learned what suffering for your art means.
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Member-only story
When I was a kid, I wanted to be an artist.
So one winter, I melted crayons on the hall furnace vent.
It turned out my Dad was not much of an art fan.
I learned what suffering for your art means.
More kids stuff: