Before heading out to see The Stills on Friday, I took a walk around the neighborhood with Sax.
Our usual routine for nighttime strolls:
-walk up 10th street towards Prospect Park
-shoot the shit
-swipe something cool like a couch or a stereo from neighbors who no longer want it.
That was how we got Flossy.
There we were, flipping the script on this promenade, taking 11th street instead of 10th, when we saw wedged between a car and a busted lamp, a large oil painting of an ugly woman.
The portrait-- a tacky Jew-ess, possibly of Russian decent, with long dangling earrings, the most unfortunate lazy eye and perfectly straight teeth--did not have an artist signature at the bottom. No one wanted to take credit for this art class monstrosity.
We had to have her.
Yummicoco: She looks ominous. Like she has some 'wonga' in her
'Wonga', dear reader, is a Haitian term for an evil voodoo spell. Funny enough, 'wonga' also means cash money in British Cockney.
Sax: You are such an anti-semite.
Monday, December 04, 2006
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2 comments:
Is Flossy a cat?
Its a woman that I named Flossy. If I knew how to upload pics onto the blog, I would show you. Do you know to do that?
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