The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a younguns dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I'm bound, No one could change my mind but Mama tried.
"When I was 5 years old my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy. They told me I didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didn't understand life."
I did this about three years ago. I made these big cigarettes and put them where people usually toss their butts. If you look in the last picture you can see a ton of butts in the top middle of the pic. Hahaha. The reactions were priceless.