This Is My Last Post...Ever

This is my last post. When I'm done, I'm going to go to the crappiest neighborhood I can find, buy an inexpensive gun, and shoot myself.

Why? Why, you ask?

Well I spent Saturday crawling around the Chelsea galleries and came away mighty depressed. Most of the time I emerge from my Chelsea crawls saying that my work is more than competitive with what's hanging on the walls.

If it's a competition, that is--which it's not supposed to be, but actually is.

This weekend I came away thinking I'm falling behind. I'm running out of steam. The competition is putting some distance into me.

I bet the crack dealer on the 4th floor of my building has a gun I can borrow.