The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore.
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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Saturday, September 22, 2007
NO SATURDAY OVERTIME
Since there was no work I went over my fathers house earlier than usual. I ate breakfast at McDonald’s I had one of their iced coffees. It did not taste as good as it did the first time I tried it. This time it was a little bitter and not as sweet.
Almost every Saturday that I visit my father I bring a bucket of KFC chicken and side orders with me. This time I could not go to the KFC on Fayette. When I went to the store at 11am there was a sign in the window that said they had a grease fire and would be opening up momentarily. I felt stunned by this news as well as reluctant to buy chicken after a recent grease fire. My fear was that it would not taste right. So I decided to go to an alternate KFC.
The only one I could think of was the KFC on North Avenue and Saint Paul. When I made it there there was a group of developmentally handicapped adults there with their counselor ordering food. I was not sure if the store accepted ATM cards because I did not see any credit card signs in the windows and I would hate to order food and then find out that my suspicions were true that for what ever reason in 2007 this particular branch did not deal with plastic. So I asked if they accepted ATM cards. The cashier said no, because there machine was down.
I had no other choice but to leave and find an ATM to withdraw cash from. I ended up at the train station. I got the food and placed it in newly bought shopping cart. When I finally got over my fathers house I gave him the photocopies of his insurance invoice form, and a newly bought shaving mirror. I also gave my nephew his new iPod in a butch silver grey colour. He told me he wanted one but not in the pink colour that my grandniece Shay has.
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