lust

I began the first Saturday artwalk like any other, by eating a small salad (organic lettuce, of course), putting on my rollerblades, and taking 4 hits of acid. I don't like to be a braggart, but I'm pretty much a badass on my rollerblades, and Saturday was no exception. I tore shit up on my glide to downtown, I even took out my braids and let my hair blow in the breeze.

My first stop was the Naked Lounge to see a show called "WOODWORK AND LOVE" by some guy named Weston Thompson. I rolled to the back of the room, entranced by a large psychedelic skull with a gold tooth, and got up close and personal with the woodwork and love.