"Idea Shed"
Mr. Jenkins kept most of his ideas in the garage. He called it his Idea Shed. Though not much of a shed and not much of a garage, it served more as a stomping-ground for artistic night ninjas.
Hoodlums or "whipper-snappers" was barely the term for them. The spray came and vanished - leaving well executed traces. Some new kind of tag-jitsu, developed over the centuries and handed down by traintrack masters, in attempts at immortality.
After the bulb burnt out Mr. Jenkins ran out of ideas. He blamed his age, but truth be told, he just gave up on life. Nothing new ever came out of a closed door - and resignation had swallowed the key.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring