Out with David

David and I went out for tea today, and had one of our long, luxurious talks about art. We agreed that being an artist is a 24/7 proposition. It’s a way of looking at things—and an all-absorbing one.
We ended up going to Tim Horton’s, and sat next to a teenager—probably sixteen or seventeen—who was drawing obsessively in his sketchbook while his girlfriend went back and forth to the counter fetching him doughnuts and drinks. On the other side of us, several older people were having an intense discussion about lying. Only in Canada would people over the age of eighty brave the insane cold to socialize!
We also went to Michaels, which—correct me if I’m wrong—is turning into a lame-o version of the dollar store. But there’s an upside to this metamorphosis for people like me because they’re clearing out all their funky scrapbooking paper. And David found a really nice Gustave Klimpt poster for his room.