One of the members of Mr Pacman knew me from Mojo Mail. I guess that'll be the last time that's going to happen... but try to sense my surprise; I'm in some random warehouse in one of the shittiest parts of town and someone that I came to see knows me from a computer program I started to write four years ago.
The Wesley Willis benifit show was great. I thank Jack for getting it all together.
I made a little painting on the wall of Monkey Mania. I really don't know why; it's just a bunch of dots on a wall, sort of Vance Kirkland-esque. It was wild; usually when I do random paintings on brick walls in the city, I'm usually alone and afraid that someone is going to arrest me.
I wonder if Art is Good Art if it reminds you that love exists. That would give me hope.
