In case you don’t know, I sell Snarky Cards: Brutally Honest Post Cards. I sell them in bars from a box that hangs beneath my boobs. I had to stop selling them for the last 3 months because I broke my leg. My leg’s all healed now, and I’m going out to the bars again.
Last night, I went out selling. And this time it really was everything it was cracked up to be. I started at Kelly’s Olympian, where I was remembered fondly by the lovely bartenders as well as the regular booze-hounds. I stayed long enough to hear this really fuckin’ rad band: Thanks, Kipp. The lead singer Dan croons so good I was having some hard-core make-out fantasies before he mentioned his girlfriend. The singing and guitarin’ was so good, I kept listening even as my groupie fantasies were dashed. You’ll dig ‘em too!
I drank plenty, and I showed off my new cards to the drunks and ne’er-do-wells. There were lots of cute boys, but none of them threw any cheesy lines at me I wasn’t expecting, so closing time came at The Matador, and I hailed a cab, blissfully alone.
It was a wonderful night. I made my quota of money, and I felt so grateful for my life. I get to sell my art, in bars, to my people. Who all think that I’m rad. The night was made more awesome by all the compliments I got on my Sexy New Boots (pictured above).
I posted some new cards, out of general gratefulness to the Universe for providing for me so well. Take a gander, you might like whatcha see. And thank you, for making my Awesome life of Art and Debauchery possible.