This will hurt me...

I'm not entirely sure what this building is used for, all that I know that it looks too haphazardly arranged for my liking. It’s all jutting edges and there are too many windows where the sun is completely blocked out. Looking at it closely, for some reason my mind slips into a gear that I like to call "New York Taxi Guy” it’s still me, but I feel the need to express myself through an imagined character "You wanna know what I think? Lemme tell ya what I think. I think that they should knock it down and build a great big waterslide. Yeah, a waterslide , that's right. A really curly wurly one that goes on and on and on. With a theme. Maybe convicts. Yeah, convicts, that’s the ticket. They wanna tap into that whole Van Diemen’s Land convict vibe. But it’ll never happen. Nuthin’ ever happens in this goddamn place. The problem with this town and these goddamn people is that they just don't dream big enough. No sense of the possibilities. And it’s a goddamn shame, th...

As someone who was aware of his own shortsightedness from a young age, but a combination of ego and vanity compelled me to hide the fact until the age of seventeen. Let's just say that a range of excuses were called upon to explain away a seeming unwillingness to do all of the "copying off the blackboard" that seemed to encapsulate a fair whack of my time at school. That said, I'd like to think that the creativity of my evasions coupled with an enthusiastic zest for challenging authority ensured that teachers - whatever they happened to think of me - never thought me dull What I like most about the above public service announcement are the implications of poor little John passing his optical examination with flying colours. Really, there would be a certain pride in finally excelling at something, but this would come at the realisation that, yes Johnny, you really are as dumb as a box of hammers.