Charlie’s parents warned him about getting an art degree.
But he didn’t care. He grabbed top honors, and he joined the police force.
Charlie’s specialty was drawing chalk outlines around victims.
“Wow,” said a detective. “The pastels bring out the tragedy.”
Charlie’s outlines were so good, rich people arranged murders in their mansions to get an original Charlie.
The local art museum planned an exhibition by massacring two dozen of its patrons in a gala.
A New York art critic wrote a glowing review, and Charlie moved to Manhattan.
I hear Law and Order is planning a series around him.