I remember when I was growing up I only had one crayon color: stick. You had to really bear down on the paper, but it was kind of a brownish-green. Sometimes more brown, sometimes more green, but always ready to poke your eye out. Maybe your parents bought you things though, maybe you had a plethora of colors, which is even more likely if you were born in the past ten or fifteen years. Which, according to a quick calculation, would make you around 10 to 15. My target demographic. I'm hip, I know what's up with you guys. So, you cats wanna slam some pogs or what? Yeah? Cool, I'll Rollerblade right over.
Thanks to Martin, who used to smear shit on the wall by his crib. Still does.