Memories of St. Louis

My father came in to the studio tonight and checked out some of my art. He likes everything that I don’t(go figure) and was amazed at the amount of work I’ve churned out lately. It was nice to have a bit of recognition from him since he hardly ever seems to notice. Its always nice when someone gets excited about something you created.

The word might or might not be out, I was fired. I’m not sure who knows and really who cares? I was planning on quitting soon as something opened up some place else. I told them I was going back to school and that I couldn’t pick up any more days. The next time I show up for work my schedule was cut down to 2 night shifts and with that I said it was bullshit and I am quitting.  The next day I came in to pick up my check, they handed me this confession to sign. It basically stated I was drunk on the job and that I had stolen booze from them. I read it, laugh, say i’m not signing anything, and wait for the next line of bullshit they have for me. The little Japanese boss starts telling me in broken ‘Engrish’ that I am TERMINATED! I grab my check and say thank you.

I’m working on putting together a presentation package to send out to prospective Art galleries. I have everything just about right. I’ll let you know in a month how it all turns out.

I have lots of free time now.