The first painting I ever paid money for I don’t actually own, though it’s hanging in my living room. Let me explain. A couple of years ago, a painting called “Chicken” caught my eye in a gallery in Sacramento. I’d...
Every group of people, every place, has it own economy of belonging, and in each new place, in order to show you’re not dangerous, you have to spend the local currency. Otherwise the locals may murder you, or refuse to...
If you are a 17-year-old boy and your sister who is 16 has a friend with long legs and big brown eyes, you’ll behave. Right? Damn. If you come home and they’re perched on the couch, you’ll be polite as...
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