I'm glad he's not going to New York or Texas or Mississippi or wherever he was planning after all. My artiste friend decided to stay put in the building--with the caveat that he be given More Space To Paint. Okay, we could do that. He's vacated his third floor studio for a ground floor one-BR, and is happy as the proverbial clam (apparently, the happy clam is the one that missed the chowder pot.) So now Signore's latest dramalet is put to rest under a nice, fuzzy blankie and all is well.
One of the first things he did after being given the keys to his new place was to call and report a stranger outside his window, in front of the building, barfing into the bushes. At least the man was considerate enough to aim for the wood shavings and mulch instead of the sidewalk or walls.
I love this place.
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