A Brilliant Hand Job
I grew up watching a lot of cartoons on Cartoon Network. Gone are the days where intelligent cartoons reigned supreme. Now only weird Japanese creatures that exist in a parallel world waiting to be nuked exist.
My friend was a great fan of Dexter�s Lab. He would often draw the characters out. He drew on papers, walls, bread slices, pigeons and anything else that he could lay his hands on. Although his drawings were as good as the original cartoon he wanted to challenge himself. He took on the inane challenge of attempting to draw Dexter with both of his hands.
After 3 years of practice he got the hang of it. He could finally draw Dexter with his left hand or his right hand. Sometimes he would use both hands. Sometimes he would use no hands, but that would only leave us with blank paper.
Nobody knew what to call him. Genius? Moron? A waste of skin?
Yet I knew what his talent was. I knew what my friend truly was.
My friend was clearly
Ambi-Dexter-ous.
