update by gardega

Rough day, things went South---I wanted them North. On way to an opening at National Arts Club. I live for that place. It smells like history. I have to wear a suit--- but damn I look good in a suit on the rare occasions when I change out of my paint spattered rags. I clean up pretty damn good. Ill put this day behind me and wake up early into a new dawn. For some reason I paid my dues in hell early in life when most people are laughing while their parents pay for their college or the early twenties when life is new and exciting--these were my hell years and now I have found a nice happy place in life. My paradise was delayed--it was a test to see if I would quit, I can barely spell quit. I hear whispers from my suburban buddies of darkness creeping across the green lawns of marriage. I do my thing, I make my art, I smile and take the subway home to 74th st. I cant think of anything else I want in this world except what I have and to maybe sit down and have a beer with peter gabriel, I think that will happen one day.


alexo