Tuesday July 26, 2016
from the write up on the painting “Ascend”
I shaved the side of your left head, down to the scalp. I tattooed my right thigh with a tiny eight pointed star. I ate all the blueberries, the cherries and the frozen strawberries, all while tickling your back with my toe. When we woke up the next day, you weren’t impressed with my shave job or the tattoo. You asked where all the berries went and I blushed and gave myself away. We went down to the Splash Pad and cooled off. You don’t like pools. They give you the creeps.
Friday July 29, 2016 at BATW
from a Facebook post
Marissa was insistent on spending as little as possible on her wedding to Greg. Her friends asked her why she wouldn’t want this special day to be more classy or fancy or memorable. And then Marissa dumped all her friends and moved to a tiny island town and lived in a log cabin where she ate dehydrated beef and played scrabble with her cat. She told them she didn’t want to wake up one day and realize she had wasted all her hard earned money on a thing that might not last. And they were appalled. Was she having second thoughts about Greg? Was she cheating on him with his brother Grant? Was she going to be a Run-away Bride? And Marissa slapped them all in their dumb mouths and ate a bowl of peach cobbler drenched in Añejo 7. It wasn’t about doubting Greg. But a marriage is the thing that people should be focused on. The thing that takes 100 years to succeed at. Not the wedding, which lasts for 8 hours on the day, but then haunts your financial dreams for the next 1000 years, leaving you wishing you just went to City Hall like all the smart people.