I heart Neil.
He makes me wish I could write things other than terrible poetry. I am a master of the truly awful poem. I take a small amount of glee in knowing that I can turn out a terrible poem in no time at all.
That's why I stick to the visual arts. I know how to do that in a way that doesn't make people cringe.
And hooray! Today I'm back to the tattoo shop, with cookies, in an effort to establish a rapport and secure that much coveted apprenticeship.