stealing, smoking, and church

i was packing and i found this piece of pottery i made at camp. its really really old, and i was looking at it and i thought, "fuck, this is really good for an 11 year old." its perfectly smooth, and the edges are all symmetirical and its got this splattered paint job. as i started observing it, i flipped it over and felt the initials engraved on the bottom. problem. my name isn't Lauren Phitzer. i stole a fucking hand made pot from church camp. then i kept looking at it, marveling at Lauren's craftsmanship and i realized, i stole Lauren Phitzer's ashtray she made at church camp.

its a beautiful ashtray.
thank you lauren.
im using it now and listening to shitty french music and flicking my ashes into your perfectly sculpted bowl.