The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore. |
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About Me
I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005 DAILY COMMUTE: At about 5:43 the light rail train arrived. I got on the very first car as usual. The car was marked #5046. There were just four people aboard not counting me. Also the woman I like to call the make up monster was aboard. I like to call her this because she wears lot and lots of makeup and is always applying it to herself while on the train. At 5:51 the C light rail shuttle bus arrived. The serial number on the bus was #8816. The one thing I noticed was that there was a clear plastic bag over the fare box. Apparently, the fare box was broken. So our regular bus driver who looks like a pudgy version of Grady from Sanford and Son just waved us all onboard. While on board I noticed the bus was comfortably air conditioned. Another interesting thing I noticed was that the bus made this high pitched screech sound when it hit the highway. On the way home I got on a B Shuttle bus. It was air conditioned and it was being driven by this Muslim woman who wore a blue head scarf. I feel horrible for writing this but I didn’t feel afraid to get on her bus because she was an African American Muslim. If she were a Muslim from the Middle East I would have felt a bit more apprehensive. I hate feeling this way.. I suppose it’s the current world situation that makes me feel a bit apprehensive towards people who look as though they might hail from the Middle East. The light rail train I took home at 6:55PM, was marked Cromwell. The car I got on was #5015. WORK NEWS: On the bad side they recently painted the corridors to our building. Instead of the light nondescript tan/beige colour they are now an oppressive dark grey and nondescript tan/beige colour. The new colour scheme reminds me of a prison. I wish that they would have kept the nondescript beige/tan colour or maybe have used the nice bright blue colour of our company logo. I suppose there must have been a discount on prison grey paint.... WHAT I’M WEARING:
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