I have enjoyed my life as a poor peasant. Believe me, working with your hands bring you events so hard to erase from your memory. I’ve met in person, very briefly, singers like and actors, that was back in CT. I just can tell you they were drunkards. Really!
I was painting this home in Atherton. The address is 83. I can’t mention the street. It has so many work arts is amazing. So, not knowing about art that much back in 2001, I was so happy painting this wall, about 20 feet tall with a long painting stick. As I was waving it up and down, I wasn’t paying attention that much. When It was going up or down on the wall, the stick, a very long one would go up and down behind me. Ok, right?
Well, I heard this scream, very loud from my boss. I stop on my tracks, and I see him almost dying of being so stressed. He tells me to stop and watch what I was doing. Behind me, there was this cluster of inverted champagne glasses hanging from the ceiling, held by a bunch of steel wires. The stick was so close to knock them down my boss almost had a heart attack.
That thing was a work of art from Dale Chihuly. $300K thingy.
The painter I am talking about, friend of mine, was a little bit crazy. He loved cars big time! Had a convertible, I can’t remember the brand. And a Harley.
But he was on his way to become alcoholic, which happened 11 years ago. He was earning lots of $ painting homes but eventually he lost his customer because of his erratic behavior. He was paying me $25/hr. Cash!
Last time I met him, I drove him to take some classes to recover his driver’s license, precisely by the vicinity of Apple’s big dome in Sunnyvale. he was renting a room in RWC, and riding a bicycle. He lost his driver’s license. Forever. Too many DUIs.
Painting is the way I met Barry Bonds, he walked by me, like if I didn’t exist. Can stand the s…o…you know the rest. Too cocky for my taste.