I've always had what might be described as an occational "irresistable urge" to write on classroom desks in pencil. It started for me in the eighth grade in french class. My friend Eric and I had just started a heavy metal band called "The Satanics" (rejected band names included "AOT" [Afterbirth On Toast) and "Bile Means"). Incidentally, that's the reason I first picked up an electric bass; Eric already played guitar. Back to desk grafiti. In eighth grade I wrote a huge "Saten Rules" on the desk. When someone pointed out to me that I had misspelled the dark lord's name, I eraced the decoration with my spit.

Much later in my failed attempt to get a second bachelors degree in audiology at Michigan State, I felt the compulsion again. I wrote "you will beg for death" and "rats will engourge upon your tounge" I felt embaraced when some female students read my handiwork aloud and said "real mature" sarcastically.