So I'm looking up at the blood moon. It is odd but beautiful. It makes me remember art school. I suddenly remember being friends with homeless 20 somethings and prostitutes. I think one I have never been judgmental about people and the path they are on in life. I do remember asking them what they wanted to do tomorrow and never seeing a few of them ever again the next day. I remember one lady of the night who gave me my dog when I was 20. I don't have the dog anymore because he was stolen by an ex. We would sit at the beach sometimes and watch the waves roll in. He was mean and little but loved me and a really dirty tennis ball. The lady who gave him to me I think was named Tracie. She was a waitress who was also a prostitute and I remember this because she used to tell me stories about night life and how she enjoyed the sex and money. I remember smiling as I would sketch her face. She had great freckles. She asked me one day if she could give me her sons dog. I was confused naturally so I asked "why,doesn't your son want his dog?" I then found out her son moved in with his dad a few states away after a summer camp. It was very sad. I said "ok".His name was Biggie and he was a 7 year old Yorkie. He mostly hated everything but really loved me.
I remember being surprised how many people at age 20 were living in cars. They would take classes and pose for figure drawing classes all while living on campus food only. They were some of the craziest but funniest times in college. A few of my friends were in relationships with them at one point or another. Art school was so random and insane but the people made that place sing.