I got sick of acrylics quickly and on the first occasion in oils, the portrait of "Cappie" came out in red, yellow and blue. "Cappie", a man of many backgrounds, came to roost in the side yard of the

Queen's Head and a circus began.

Soon it's this, and that and getting strange, as people no longer came to see, they came to be, as I danced as I do when caught not paying attention.

Judy knew, and tried to tell me but I still give assholes too much time. In a rage of vodka and drugs with me watching, the store changed into a side show (and my name on the lease).

The business of business made me a whore, beware.

Portrait of Cappie (aka Gary Davis, perhaps)