infintesmally happy
so an old teacher of mine came in the store just now, the man who for four weeks was a god to me and basically taught me how to draw, more importantly
to see, and look.
i couldn't tell if he could remember me at first, but while i was ringing him up i asked if he was still a teacher, that's when he said:
"the writer! i knew i recognized you!"
it's been so long since i've thought of myself as a writer.
we had a good talk about art and classes and such. i remember now why i liked him so much, he's so insightful and just an all around good guy. he looks like ghandi, even walks around with his shirt unbuttoned.
he hugged me when he said goodbye and seemed GENUINELY happy to see me.
god i'm so fucking happy
i had to tell somebody
to see, and look.
i couldn't tell if he could remember me at first, but while i was ringing him up i asked if he was still a teacher, that's when he said:
"the writer! i knew i recognized you!"
it's been so long since i've thought of myself as a writer.
we had a good talk about art and classes and such. i remember now why i liked him so much, he's so insightful and just an all around good guy. he looks like ghandi, even walks around with his shirt unbuttoned.
he hugged me when he said goodbye and seemed GENUINELY happy to see me.
god i'm so fucking happy
i had to tell somebody