Green day. Green awning. Lady with green T-shirt walking by the same bright kelly green as the green awning and the painted storefront. All green. Bright kelly green. Green mustang in front of our parked car. Same bright kelly green. Not 5 minutes later get back to Normal Heights. And see. Green car across the street. Lady jogging past green car across the street. Wearing green tank top and green visor. Same kelly green. Green car next door on street. All within 15-20 minutes.
“I know what all of that means!” he bellows out. What? You know what all that green means? “Uh-huh!” he says with a really great, smart, he-knows-the-answer smile. He’s wise and wiser and always right and connected to something I don’t know and I’m not sure he even knows, but he is. “It’s the green candle!” Shit! Really? Fuck! That’s right. I mentioned getting a green candle the night before, when we ate at that Greek-salad-and-charbroiled-salmon place. Out of the blue, I said I need to get a green candle! I hadn’t done that in a long time.
And yeah, I did say that last night. I didn’t say anything out loud, but I thought maybe that all the green meant here is a lot of green since you need some green affirmation to let you know the green is coming. Well, it’s coming.
strong dollar drawing by the raddest ever Rafael Rozendaal ... i haven't talked to him in a while because he's been exhibiting all over the planet recently! and if you are able to check out one of his (plus his friends') BYOB (BRING YOUR OWN BEAMER) shows, do go! here's a link http://www.byobworldwide.com