Old painting

I sold it to ol Ran Jackson, and I regret it. But he and his brother let me sleep on their couch for a couple months when I first moved to town. What I'm saying is, he unfairly pressured me with kindness and helping me when I really needed it and paid me for my art. What a jerk. DON'T check out their ridiculously good new song on their myspace. acrylic, 16" x 20", click to enlarge.

I named him Donavon.

the end of a venture