Since Randy got fired two weeks ago, I am learning what a priviledge it is to be able to say "Going to Demonbreum." The property is a pile of old buildings with retail shops and a small two story office building. It is a resource pit and the bane of any sane manager's existence. However, when things get too hairy at the 2525, it's time to go to Demonbreum. There you can glad hand your way among the tiny offices occupied by song publishing and producer companies and throw toys for the dog in the casting company office.
It is just the same in life. Everyone needs a place within themselves that is just a little weird. A shabby little building packed with artists. When school and work and relationships get stressful, go to Demonbreun, appreciate simplicity, share with those that are acting out their dream in the Class C space.
I like to get out a sketch pad and doodle, maybe write the same thing over and over with different scripts. Guess I am regressing to the earliest childhood pastime of drawing on the walls. I was in Dad's reading room last time I was home and there on the wall paper was one of my earliest drawings. Dad's not much for redecorating, so there it is, 28 years later.
As I got a little older, I'd draw floor plans for houses, marking the route for pipes and wiring with appropriately colored ink. I think its cool that I get to live out that aspect in real life at work now. I also had a habit of drawing extremely large breasted women. I won't comment on that other than to quote my Mother who said she knew when I was quite young that I "Take after John."
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