gold

I am so glad the editors at my newspaper appreciate my drawings don't always look the same. You hear of clients who seek consistency. I sometimes wish I was more consistent, but I don't have it in me. When I do things a certain way for a while, I start to ache for change. Perhaps I am just bored easily. No, I know it's not that. I think deep down I hope that if I keep trying, I may hit gold one day. That I will find this fantastic genius way of drawing. I just didn't give up hope yet, that's why I am not consistent. And I have bought a pair of golden pants this afternoon. And I am going to put them on, and I am going to Martin's fiftieth birthday.