when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
A few days ago, I kidnapped Jim. he was irresistible. I saw him in a car, unattended, in a parking lot. "Hey Avi, look at that monkey!"
He opened the car door. A rush of adrenaline hit me. I was a kid at the mercy of my parents to buy me things that I could not, because I didn't have any money. Because I was a kid. There was something irresistible about it him, you'll see.
"It's Jim." Avi said.
"That's your girlfriends car! I didn't recognise it."
I stuck Jim in my pocket.
I took him home.
"Hey Tate, I kidnapped this adorable monkey out of a car today; I couldn't resist."
He picked up the phone. He called the hospital. To report that I had gone around the bend for sure.
They told him to bring me in.
I showed him the monkey.
And then he understood; he hung up the phone.
Well done Lizzie.
(Jim is the big one)