It is the middle of December and it is post a very gnarly arctic blast. I get a phone call from D. asking if I have his truck keys. Not sure why I would since I don't drive his truck often, so I say no. Upon my arrival home to retrieve him to taxi him on his errand, he starts naming all of the locations he looked for his keys. While walking towards my rig, I spot something peculiar...his keys...in the passenger side door...in his truck.....
This is just a moment of a normal day living with this artist. He is one of the most intellectual, eccentric and talented people I know. He is so absorbed in his career right now I don't believe he has the concentration to focus on the day to day living scheme. Or maybe, it is just our scheme and he doesn't buy into it.
Good Day!
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