Back in February some chick named Corey called me from The Loading Dock, a really cool cafe bistro art gallery place. I had taken some funky little ladders to see if they wanted to sell them or show them or I don't know how to do stuff like that. Deep inside my delusions of grandeur, I thought I would impress them so much (plus I went to St. Mary's with one of the owners) they would give me my own show and I could invite my family for the cheese and the wine part of my dream. Well, Corey was putting on a "Spring Fair" and wanted to know if I was interested in participating. I paid $20 to set my artsy fartsy up in the fucking parking lot with a buncha other "crafters". Everytime people passed that little spot of my soul laid out on the table for sale (just $25!) they would read the above sign and a genuine smile would cross their face. Then they would walk on. I packed up Every item I came with. Not one thing sold. And I was Out twenty bucks.