rockpaperscissor

I've done alot of shitty jobs in my day, many of them recently, and at the end of the day I would say, "well, it beats waiting tables" no no no. I will die a happy man if I never have to sand spackle again. I was really hard up for cash and this guy who's in a big west philly band is redoing his house so he offered me a job. The next morning I woke up with white dust sleep crust in my eyes and I'm still coughing shit up. I think for now on, when I get to the end of all my shitty jobs I will be saying only one thing, "Well, it beats sanding spackle."

:::its kinda odd one of the 3 paintings I've done was a crumby, torn up wall with a poster that says die happy on it. I painted that a year ago. Its kinda eerie actually:::