Part of wonders why I stopped going all-out form Halloween? I once painted the top half of my body silver and glued horns to my head. It was for this party I got invited to in college. I amusingly enough ran into a girl there who was all gold. It was so much fun but I was nervous to touch chairs and lean against walls and most of the people there only spoke French. They were all from Switzerland.
I think at the time I was in a love triangle with two women and neither wanted me but didn't really want the other to have me. It was kind of a long Fall semester of beer, sex, and drugs. I don't know that I had a direction at the time. I think I wanted to quit being a painter to play bass in a bosa band for a traveling freak show. I wish I was making this up.
I was at that age where being cool was better than being warm.
Stupidly I might still be at that age but older now. Time will tell.
Lucky for me, I'm an awful bass player and couldn't get into the band.
I didn't really want to play so much as I had been a painter all my life and wanted to see if I could find passion in anything else that I imagined to be cool. I enjoyed the fight but the paint just kept calling to me. To not paint made me want to die.
