My greatest fears are manifest at last. I am absolutely normal. This is contrary to what I thought my whole life. Especially in junior high. Girls were always telling me I was weird. I thought that was cool. Then I realized they didn’t mean it as a compliment. But with help of lots of beer I am over it now. Especially now that I’m over the beer.
Beer was good. Many people who drink beer know this to be true. But I drank my fill a while ago. It was fun while it lasted. Ah well. No more beer, no more beer, no more beer on Sunday. No more beer, no more beer, gotta get your can filled Monday. No idea what that means even all these years later.
Julie had a good First Friday. Sold two pillows. I am proud of her.
I was walking around the gallery on First Friday when a guy from my writers group flagged me down and introduced me to his wife. Said she had just moved into a studio there. I said what a coincidence, my wife has a studio here too — right the other side of that plastic thing, as a matter of fact. They said, You’re Julie’s husband?! We love Julie! I said I was pretty fond of her myself. Proud, too. Sold two pillows, you know.
