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East I was a sidewalk chalk
artist. Tired of government
cutbacks, I heard the call of the
Pacific. I arrived in the fall of
'94, armed with only three things:
hat, tool-box, and chalk dreams.
The first day I drew the Sistine
Chapel. I made fifty cents.
Then it rained.
The second day I drew the Tower of
Babel. I made sixty cents.
Then it rained.
The third day I drew Noah's Ark.
I made thirty cents.
Then it rained.
The fourth day, I got a job
decorating cakes for an Italian baker.
Cakes have a longer shelf life.
- Anne Pepper for Mark James |