“There’s a part of me…just a little tiny piece, that wants to live the life of a starving, poor but fulfilled artist with completely uncomprimised values and no agenda or plan.” — Jeff
I’m sitting here in my cluttered office with a glass of red wine, musing about unwritten plays but not writing a damn thing. I’ve got my Markham Middle School t-shirt on. The shirt makes me feel tough because it reminds me that I taught in Watts, in a dusty, falling-down school where kids feared the walk home, though clearly I don’t do that anymore. What are you when you’re not the maverick artist cracking his paintbrush in half and throwing his canvas into the Seine? When you’re not doing anything that’s Ostensibly Difficult and Character Building? When you’re just happy, without drama, without anything to show for it.