My home floats when the tide is up and it sits in the mud when the tide is out. It’s a houseboat in Sausalito, across the bridge from San Francisco. My workspace is under water and the decks are best experienced in the summer sun with friends, beer and barbecue.
Best kept in a chest. I experimented carrying around a velvet sack filled with golden dollar coins for all my transactions. My girlfriend called it “wizard shit”.
Too stressful. I want to go to the store and walk down the street without people bugging me. I want my work celebrated – I don’t need any of it to come to me personally.
Not so much the inspiration, but rather the energy, verve, and spirit that drives people to create new things.
Something I look forward to having.
I prefer the unlikely and outmatched variety…
I’d go to a new years eve party on the roof of the Waldorf Astoria in 1909.
Nothing. You can have it all. (just don’t be a dick about it)
Living in my head.
i don’t like cat’s because they always want to sit on my lap and scratch me and show me their buttholes. i like dogs but i don’t have one, maybe it’s time!