misha9999999

the opening of "Page Me" was ok. Some of my
friends were gonna come but in the last minute
things came up. I read too many comics, independent
feminist zines and self-made books... Too much
information... Plus I really couldn't concentrate
on reading, because I would lift my head and look
around every ten seconds to see if I know anyone...
I did know someone... Good thing that my old
professor agreed to come with me, otherwise
it would have been a pretty lonely experience and
I'm tired of lonely experiences... Both of us
can't be in the artificially created art-world
social situations for too long, so we left half
an hour after we got there. It was snowing pretty
hard here yesterday so for comforting we decided to
go for a drink or too to this dive nearby where he lives...
Sat there for a while talking. He's an
old dude, about sixty five or so, with so many
stories and such personality that it's hard for
me not to love him. He's my mentor figure...
All I could do is to sit there, drink my jack
and listen to him talk. That's all I wanted to do
just sit there and listen and learn and listen...
All the old ladies in that bar love him and buy
him drinks... He's such a babe magnet... Gray hair,
mustache, still fit... looks kind of like
Sean Connery amongst all these roughnecks...
An artist... pretty irresistible, wouldn't you say..