The King's Royal Rice

Yesterday, I drove to the store to get some smooothie ingredients. Everything was overpriced. Lame. The lady in front of me in line bought around $140 worth of rice while her kid was screaming, "Mommy, we always get this disgusting stuff! And when the maggots get in it, we can't even tell for the first week!". Her pitch black eyes gazed into her mother's and tears started to crawl down her face. So, they picked up their rice and left as quickly as possible.

Today, I have to go on a 2 hour bus ride to play a synthesizer in a giant group of people. The volume fader on the synth is set as low as it goes, and the gain isn't to high on the soundboard either. The most important thing I do is push a button that makes an automated voice come out of the speakers, but we've trained another person to do it for the times when I'm absent. So...It's probably not necessary that I need to go, especially because something inside of me wants to sabotage the score for these championships, but whatever.

I leave you with a picture of Roberto Matta's "Growth", which I have to paint soon.