I AM SHOL

Here I am… half a glass of Single Barrel Whiskey Pig PiggyBack poured and filling my journal with my thoughts about my future. I didn’t realize I should’ve typed it all in here, until, the thought of what I am starting to consider myself, is running around in my mind. I was writing in my journal about how my laziness at work is influenced by how bad I actually hate working for someone else. Then the memory of buying my first luxury watch popped up. I was at the table drinking shit champagne and eating great Lindt chocolates when one of the associates working asked me if I was an artist. He asked that because of my Chucks. They’re covered in paint splatters by design. I told him “Yes I am”. I don’t know why I responded that so quickly, but the reality is that I really do consider myself an artist. Not most of the time, but truthfully, I am. I am an artist.