I've traced my fear of sky diving simply to my frustration with window blinds. I love the idea of skydiving, but I imagine that when it's time to pull the chord, it will be much too similar to the string you have to pull to close window blinds. They never work on the first pull and they always require a certain angle. Shit!
I'm pretty sure most skydiving doesn't involve any string pulling until the landing, so maybe I'd be ok.
In other news, I've been asked to do a mural at a massage parlour. Yes...THAT kind of massage parlour. At first I didn't like the idea of it, but what an interesting opportunity. I'd get to see what it's actually like in one of those places, maybe talk to some of the workers, and I could definitely put a redemptive, or ironic twist on my painting as long as I do it subtle enough. Think, Jennie...think.
Anyway, until next time, dream that you are an ancient wild tall grass warrior inhabiting high altitudes in which knights can't fight you because they're so out of breath, i do.
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