so here i am, just a tired broken man and i hope, i hope that someone, somewhere understands.

saturday held the usual nuinces.... the disgruntled fat man who has a fit because you didnt greet him or at least ask about his lifes story.. is it because hes afraid that no one cares? i indulge him for now....the redneck elderly woman with her titts falling out of her dress and when you suddenly look away she thinks your intreagued and starts to flirt while in reality you look away so you dont throw-up in her dusty wrinkled bossums. and finally the always freindly person who wants a bill paid for but like a jackass doesnt go to customer service "which is the place you are supposed to go to pay your lowes card bill" and when you kindly tell him " sir i am sorry but i cannot do this at this register" he gets offended because he has a flashback of when mommy didnt buy him a G.I. joe at walmart or when he was picked last for every game of dodgeball... these three customers come and go through out the day. finnally 10pm im off however im not free.. now i get to go to the studio. work, school, life... its always that all three need your complete attention at the same time every year... finals... finals by themselves arent that bad but, through in the stress of going to work and your family requireing you to spend time with them or do your remedial chores.. but in this time of stress you have to find some fun. be it a beer or two in the studio while you work on your final or goin to waffle house at 3 in the moring with your other tired friends. and you gotta find something to love. to look forward to... art is that for me. i am consumed by it as of now.