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| Where were we? Oh, right, whining about my crappy life. Psycho-Bitch really did me in. You have to understand - this was the third psycho-bitch in a row, 15 YEARS OF PSYCHO-BITCHES, a third of my life. Third time's a charm and it really did me in. |
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| I started over again. New Job, new situation, though not quite whole. |
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| But I was hopeful. I had two new shows, back-to-back. I was on the mend a little bit. |
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| Then the coup de grace: within one month one of my gallery guys died, I happened to spot the now stalker psychopathic narcissist near the gallery one day (who now lives 2,000 away) AND, out of nowhere I got an email from someone I dated 25 years ago, for chrissake, telling me what a shit I was and how my paintings had no soul. Losing bff-bike...the lump in my crotch...my heart slowly dying...dude, I went down for the count. |
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| So now we've arrived, simplistically but nonetheless, at Me versus Decision. |