faith love rock 'n roll

some days are shit. they lay on you like the muggy summer that has continued too long and drive you, in tears, to your computer typing your heart out to the one person in the world who understands you--your former therapist. other days fortuitously come together, and restore your faith in some cosmic order of things. i picked up seven rolls of film today which reinforced what i can do, and what i want to do with my work. i walked into my last-ditch attempt at employment only to have the recruiter veer off the topic of telemarketing for peace, and onto how much he liked my website and art. then the kindly old guatemalan parking attendant carried on a thirty minute conversation with me en my beloved espanyol, before wishing me luck in this unforgiving city. last but not least, i was trolling craigslist like i do every day, so desperately looking for employment, and instead found a local photographer selling a beautiful vintage camera system for broke young artist prices. now i have the night off to myself, and i think i will draw and swim. tomorrow night i'm cooking dinner for the first person in two years who, under no narcotic influence, is willing to say 'i love you' to me. so you know, we persist. we persist. i'll scan some of my fo-tos tomorrow.