Yo mama’s got two gold teeth, one says 24k and the other says “Believe that shit if you want to.”
Walking back from lunch, I see this cracked poster in the window of the gold shop. I ran my tongue over my teeth patted my billfold. Starting at $29.99 these would be a bargain, but so cleverly marked down to $19.99, I began to drool.
It was a pleasant day here in Cincinnati. Autumn-cool in the morning and non-humid breezes begged for the windows to be opened in the studio.
Today I was also reminded, our lease is way past up and the property manager has been unable to track me down to sign a new contract. Seeing that I’ll probably be up in Columbus more than two days a week, I may be able to continually miss him.
It’s a steal for what we pay for it, but a three year commitment right now seems so… heavy.
If the studio had a shower and a kitchen, I’d live there. It’s really the ideal space
I figure I’ll keep avoiding the landlord, maybe disguise myself. Gold teeth would be a start.