Author: | Al Dente | ISBN: | 9781310206986 |
Publisher: | Al Dente | Publication: | December 14, 2015 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
Author: | Al Dente |
ISBN: | 9781310206986 |
Publisher: | Al Dente |
Publication: | December 14, 2015 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
Language: | English |
This is the second of the "lost ArtBender Weekend stories" that I recently uncovered (the other being "Bender Ender"). In this one, The Gallery At The End Of The World was in full swing. It was December, the last show of our first full year of operations. Al Dente and Kris Blaze had just moved to Arizona the month before and were commuting back to California for the long weekend artshow. The weather was shit, but the spirit was strong as we braved the elements and arted the heck out of that place. It rained on some art. Jimmy Jam was in a snit. There were only 15 beans in my 17 Bean Soup. "I visited Doc Lovejoy's Contraption Emporium and now I am a tasty donut." Oh, those wacky artists. Well, at least I was one of the three people that didn't see Johnny's chicken. And I can live with that. Poor Raul. Even though you know these are all obnoxious 'you had to be there' kinda phrases, deep down I know you wanna know what all that shit's about. So read the story, find out. It'll be fun.
This is the second of the "lost ArtBender Weekend stories" that I recently uncovered (the other being "Bender Ender"). In this one, The Gallery At The End Of The World was in full swing. It was December, the last show of our first full year of operations. Al Dente and Kris Blaze had just moved to Arizona the month before and were commuting back to California for the long weekend artshow. The weather was shit, but the spirit was strong as we braved the elements and arted the heck out of that place. It rained on some art. Jimmy Jam was in a snit. There were only 15 beans in my 17 Bean Soup. "I visited Doc Lovejoy's Contraption Emporium and now I am a tasty donut." Oh, those wacky artists. Well, at least I was one of the three people that didn't see Johnny's chicken. And I can live with that. Poor Raul. Even though you know these are all obnoxious 'you had to be there' kinda phrases, deep down I know you wanna know what all that shit's about. So read the story, find out. It'll be fun.