Something Else in My "Room"

The year was 2007. I was living in San Diego and hitting the lanes almost every day. At this time I was determined to become a professional bowler.

The bowling center I frequented had this sign up. It said something about buying old bowling pins for ten dollars. Twelve bowling pins to be exact. FOR ONLY TEN DOLLARS!?!

After a few days of hesitation I broke down and bought some. I wanted to make a really cool sculpture with them . . . or maybe just put them at the end of my hallway to get some practice in at home.

When I got them home, I opened the box with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning.

This feeling was quickly dashed when I saw them. They were pretty beat up. I now understood why they were only ten dollars.

Still, they were bowling pins, and I LOVE bowling.

My first thought was to try and clean them. So I tried using bleach (mixed with hot water). No luck.

If bleach wasn't going to work, nothing would!

After 10 minutes and 28 seconds of pure panic meltdown, it hit me. I'LL PAINT THEM!

At this point it may be important to know that I was currently unemployed. I had a lot of time on my hands. (School must have been out . . . I can't remember every detail).

So I bought some paint. ( Student loans were fooling me into a false sense of financial stability).

I painted for days, weeks maybe. I put what seemed like a thousand coats on every pin.

But when I was done, the results were magnificent.

At some point I attempted to make a sculpture out of them using Gorilla Glue. Buuuuuut, it didn't exactly work out.

When I moved out of the apartment I painted them in, I decided that if the sculpture wasn't going to work out, I didn't need all of them. It was too much weight to haul around to every future apartment I would ever live in. So I threw out ten and kept two. I gave the other one to a friend of mine, and so now, I only have one.