I fondly remember an "art" project I was forced to create by a teacher twenty-some years ago. It was a clay project we had to make for our parents. He carefully laid out the instructions, showed us an unrealistic example of the finished product, and gave us our block of school-issued standard (read substandard) clay. With the grayish mass, I was to craft a timeless heirloom my family would admire for years to come. The project...
An ashtray.
Nothing quite defines the 80's quite like this art project. My teacher directed all of the students to create a handy receptacle for our loved ones to dispose of the unwanted portions of their carcinogenic habit. We were commanded to, in a sense, support a selfish behavior and contribute to the decrease of their quality of life. How appropriate and thoughtful. Afterall, nothing says "I love you" like the promise of charred lungs and encouraging the growth of tumors.

My ashtray.
Being the studious little automaton I was, I cheerfully created my ashtray, I lovingly patted out the bottom to ensure the best snuff out possible and turned up the edges with careful precision to ensure no ash or butt shall leave this tray before its time.
I presented my ashtray to my parents with pride. I am sure they were proud of my effort and were glad to display a piece of pottery used to fashionably display litter on a coffee table. Sadly, I do not recall those moments after I created my implement of death.
With the holidays approaching, the Holiday art projects from school should be starting to make their way home. I can hardly wait for my children to bring home a pen holder from an aluminum can or a crudely constructed piece of pottery to hold my plethora of prescription pills. I will cherish them all.
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