I know my paintings are weird.  Amateurish.  I mean Im not trained.  I had a book of drawings showed ma ma.  She took me to Michael's.  Told me I needed to paint what was in my head.

When I met Stan.   He told me I spent too much money on paint.  Asshole.

I Didn't paint much after the kids.

A few months ago.  My heat broke into a million fucking pieces.  It was heartache like I never felt today.  It still hurts today.  I started painting again.  I don't think theyre  that great.  But other people say they are.  Im embarrassed to even show them to people.

But, People I trust.  Like Joseph, Ronda, Leslie and Allison.  Sad they're good.  Figured I'd try to sell them.  

I know they're weird.  But, its what I do. Theyre from my heart and my head. Maybe they do suck and are

amateurish.  Fuck maybe they make me look retarded or something.