I'm an artist, I founded a small Williamsburg gallery, I day-job for a deceased collector's estate, and yet art makes me cranky as hell. But it's okay, since most of my friends tell me that I'm at my funniest, my most vividly alive, when I have a bug up my ass about something.
Do you ever see creative types on this site, and you can't help but think, 'Maybe they make really bad work. Maybe that's why they're single'?
That's not me.
Er, I think that's not me?
I like to think of myself as 'mostly not a dick'.
I give good nicknames. Just ask my friends Moonbeam and Torchy. Or my niece, Eyeball. Or my cat, Cobramouth Marshmallow.