I tried to build a barbeque but the stupid english instructions got all dirty and I had to rely on my knowledge of french to get some idea on how to build it, then because the mortar mix started to go off I had to work pretty fast, in the end I fucked it up.
The cops caught me trying to stuff the mess into a charity bin and made me take it home and on the way home it fell and hit some ladies car. Turned out the lady was an artist and like the raw emotion displayed in my work so for a brief period of time I was the hottest new artist for something they called "outsider art"
It really bothered my wife because she studied art and was quite fond of it but never got the recognition she deserved (well, except for the time she was asked to portrait my boss but he is an old creepy kunt) and in the end trends changed and I was no longer considered cool so I gave it away.