Recycling garbage

Of course I forgot my sketchbook again to day when I left the house for my Plekkie at the world famous Anne Frank House, probably the best place for a nutcase streetseller like me but lets keep that a secret for those who sell their fake artwork at Leidseplein and Rebrantplein, lets keep my Plekkie nice and sociable with all the neighborhood pleased with my presence bringing mer the occasional coffee or Cafe Latte, my friends often coming over for a chat...but still no sketchbook today, so instead I used a piece of cardboard found in the street and recycled it into putting down my words and pictures that dwell inside the grey mass of my Dutch skull.