So- there I was, staring deeply into the ceiling at 2 am one morning. I had this piece of wet blank leather in front of me and I had nothing- the only thing I was drawing were COMPLETE BLANKS! Then- like the thunderous crashing of a 4′-2″ old lady wearing coke bottles and a bum hearing aid- into the entry wall of her 55+ mobile home park- It hit me! DRAW A SKULL AND SOME ROSES! So I did that- in my delirium- till I saw the sun crack the mountain peaks that shadows our shop. Soon after, I stumbled into bed like a lethargic chubby def ginger. When I woke from the dreams filled with short buffet lines and Roast beef and gravy dip, I rolled back into my shop to see what I had made. To my surprise- I had created this little ditty of a masterpiece that is soft in color and boggling in proportions- Stunning to the senses and delightful to the query of your darkest kept secrets. Oh yes, This little Magic-Pot is forboding in every way. Skillfully made to erect your senses and stimulate the hiding child inside you that still takes dull craft scissors to your own hair so you have the perfect set of choppy bangs that only a Edgar Alan Poe could love. Wordy! I know- but guess what… it’s that magic hour again, and here I am writing this. woof! I need to go to bed, I’m getting hungry again anyways- Here I come my sweet dreamy buffet-Here I come!