Long ago, in a not-so-far-away-place, I too was an artist. I wasn’t some pompous poser pretending. I was authentic, right down to my cargo jeans and finest Kurt Cobain plaid. Let’s face it; you’re not really an artist if your pants can’t hold at least five tools always at the ready for your next […]
Disclaimer: I swear. A lot. It probably has something to do with Catholic guilt. But I don’t care. I like it. Plus, I perused a study once that said swearing relieves stress. That’s a good enough excuse for me.