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The mind is blank.
That image up there reminds me of a story from my youth.
No. It's not that story about the time I did mushrooms and then found myself inside of a house that wasn't mine, alone.
Or, maybe it is, because that's not a bad story, it's just short.
I could probably spend a good hour or two writing out the small details of that story and make this official.
First, I should write the story that originally came to my mind. It's a dumb story though. Nobody will care about how, when I was child, the teacher said, "You can all go outside once you're finished coloring your pictures."
I can't even remember what the picture was. All I remember is grabbing every crayon I had so I was holding a fistful of color, then gliding that waxy goodness up and down the paper a few times, putting the crayons away, and heading outside. So, yeah. When I look at the image above, somehow my brain was triggered into remembering some useless information nobody cares about.
The mushroom story is a little more intense.
I was with friends when I entered that house. A good buddy of mine said it was his cousin's place. His cousin was the the one driving us around. I think that's how we ended up there.
I was tripping too hard and decided my life would be a little more bearable if I sat inside of a dark closet next to the downstairs bathroom.
I was probably in there for about an hour, just looking at the darkness, trying to not be afraid.
Eventually I built up enough courage to open the door. All I could hear was silence. I walked around the house, checked every room; nobody was there. I remember staring at the door that led outside. I wanted to open it but at the same time, I thought I was the last human alive. I wasn't sure if I'd need a weapon, some food, or both.
So I started rummaging through the refrigerator. I made a cold hamburger sandwich then searched the cupboards for a zip lock bag.
I couldn't find the bags. When I got to the final cupboard door, I opened it, like any normal non-high human would. I saw cat food and suddenly three big fat cats came running towards me and I freaked the fuck out.
I didn't even know they had cats.
So whatever, I ran outside, scared shitless.
All my friends were sitting in the car. I didn't notice them but I did hear a honk. That was enough to send me halfway down the block, full sprint. Then I heard another honk so I dove into some bushes thinking, dammit. I forgot the sandwich.
It took my friends a good ten minutes to coax me out of there.
Finally I was back in the car and around some familiar faces, even though everyone looked kind of blurry and reddish in color; and as you can see, I lived to the tell the story.
Anyway
This post was supposed to be about the artwork.
Clearly, I got sidetracked again.
I hope you enjoyed it, at least.
Have a nice day.
