i got to thinking as i was lying in bed this morning, smoking my cigarettes.
i passed by a sign last night in front of a bar, that said "you've spent all week serving others, now it's time we serve you"
sunday drukenness advertised at it's best.
and i thought, wait a minute, i do spend all week serving everybody else. wtf.
and i was struggling to think about the anything i do just for myself.
and it was art.
art is so fucking pure, and self satisfying. i don't care that mine's not that greatest, but it makes me giggle and chuckle and feel like im not a slave to anything.
so i guess ill spend my days in service of everyone for minutes of artful purity.