Today I went to Chelsea to drop off some art for a show. My man on the internet told me that someone would be there to receive it if I came this afternoon. When I got there, all I saw was a lot of old people walking around the neighborhood with bags of paintings. I assume they were there for the same reason I was, because who could pass on a chance to show their work in a Chelsea gallery? I guess that’s the breaks.
There was a sign that said come back tomorrow, but I was planning on spending that time training for the main event.