yesterday a kid came up to me on the street- maybe in grade 4 or 5.. had a pile of pencil drawings in one hand, walking his bike along with the other..asked me if i wanted to buy some ‘artwork’. i said no and now i actually regret it. that sort of genuine confidence when selling art/maybe anything wins me over. speaks to the
aggressivehustler in my heart.
in other news: every april-someone special. those things i can’t forget.