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leftwingnut wrote:

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I'm not gonna paint you a picture...

Hey, I will! I love painting pictures for folk, images that they love, but don't know how to do.

I once drew a woman dancing for 8 New York City transit drivers (bus and train). The dare was that a drawing on a wall could not excite them in the way that going to a strip club would (that was their plan). well, they gave me a kitchen wall to draw upon. they circled round the kitchen table opened their beers, leaned back, crossed their knees in that closed triangle (meaning I DARE YOU!) i had pencil, rag, eraser. the challenge was on. I used a memory of a Betty Grable pose (it was the 80's).
long/short, they were afraid that the state folk (wife, my friend Susan on serious medical support) would find it offensive (3 year old daughter), so, they first hung a calendar over it. ( Over their heads, but clearly within my intellect for obvious reference for "Calendar girl".) Still nervous, they cut the wallboard with drawing intact from the kitchen wall. replaced the wallboard, then, sent the wallboard drawing upstairs to Stewie's apartment. The boys continued to gather around the drawing, drinking beer on Sundays, for many years discussing whether or not to go to the club.

This suited the women who gathered with Susan downstairs, very well.

i had my camera with me today. guess who i photoed making a call at the public phone? guess who saw me take the photo. guess who has the license plate number. and i described her as smelling of bad cigarettes and cheap perfume. well, she's sucking on a butt in one hand, the phone in the other. yup. the old guy with her stared at me when they drove away. i made no eye contact. but i got a picture to show the neighbors. when i told neighbor fred that i photoed the perp making a call, he quickly described her, her buddy, the car.


i read/watch too many mysteries, detectives, forensic stuff, i have a wild imagination.