Thank you so much to all of you who wrote (and called) in to cheer me up! I feel MUCH better now! In fact, I felt so good that yesterday I went out! That’s right! Out in the early eve, dusk-ish I would say, for dinner, and then I just followed the evening, dove right on into spontaneous opportunity, and proceeded to boogie-oogie-oogie ’til …well, you know the rest!
I ended up downtown, where there was a music showcase festival thing going on. I saw lots of bands, and heard all different kinds of music, and I loved it! So diverse! So fun!
I saw tons of zombies, even though Halloween is two weeks away. This led me to conclude that zombies are weird, scary, and confused about the calender of the living. 
Zombies… Weird.
My favorite part of night came on my way to the bathroom. I have a bladder the size of a walnut, so I have had the opportunity to visit many a loo in my time. I believe I may have mentioned this before, but that is beside the point. As I was walking through a club I have been to many times before,you know, to get to the pee-pee palace, I decided to check out this room that bands store their gear in. It’s behind the sound booth, and has become an art gallery of sorts, and the exhibition there – well, I gotta say, it delighted me.
As you look at these images, ponder the age-old question, “What exactly is art?” As a supplement to your musings, let me provide you with a few quotes about art from famous folks:
[Abstract art] is a product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered. – Al Capp
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. – Amy Lowell
Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does, the better. – Andre Gide
In honor of the location of the room, where they mix a lot, I will call this segment of the post “Sir Dix-a-Lot.”
I know what you’re going to say. You are angry that I put you through that. These images will haunt you day and night. There will be no respite, and your dreams will become dickmares. You will probably question your sexuality and may take a vow of celibacy.
You’re right, and I’m sorry. It’s obscene. Worse than that, it’s really childish. I can’t help it. I’m a seventh-grade boy. These aren’t even all of them. I left out “Phil McGroin” and “The Penis Shuttle” and “Hot Prickstrami with a Big Dill Dickle.” You’re welcome for that. There was also some socio-political art that deals with racial unrest in an urban, post-modern society: 
Kill Whitey, Obama, and Hannah Montana in one piece? Tell me that’s not profound! That’s gotta be saying something! Still, I am partial to the Artitalia. Ernie Halter, if you are reading this, I think you are a penis genius. I would like to represent you. Or date you. Whatever. And lest the ladies get jealous because this post is so dickcentric, I leave you with this:
Again, I apologize.