Fuck. I left my favorite water can that I do my painting with at the bar last night. Fuck. I know right where I left it, too....on top of the goddamn urinal.
I brought the can in with me to empty the water out, and I ended up forgetting it.
I can only hope the bartender knows it is my painting can. Maybe he saw me using it, and he will save it for me.
If not, fuck it, I will just use another can.
What I liked about this one is that I painted the outside of it, so I hate to lose stuff like that. It is ever so painful to lose things that I have an invested emotional interest in. Fuck.
Anyway, I sold a napkin drawing for $15 last night. That was good. I ended up buying pizza for my friend and I, and some beer for me, and an Arizona Watermelon drink that was damn good.
But fuck, I lost my water can.
Maybe it will be there when I go there tonight.
Fuck.
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