Ok, where does THIS one come from!?
I was dumpster-diving in a dumpster behind the old factory building downtown, where I worked summer before last, and I started pulling out all these bizarre collages, full of kids and water-color scenery...it was HENRY DARGER'S WORK!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Darger
I looked around in amazement, and saw Henry sitting on the steps to the loading dock nearby. For some reason, I thought he would only talk to me if I brought him some food, so I went to White Castle for some burgers. When I got back to the factory, Henry was putting the paintings into my old '65 Impala (?!? how did that get in there?) and told me I couldn't have them he'd already given them to someone else. I tried to get him to eat some White Castles but he went on a long tear about how White Castle used child labor and it was wrong of me to give them my business.
After he drove off, I went back to the dumpster to see if he'd left any pictures, and he had, but they were all about some super-hero character called Mouseman, and didn't look too much like his earlier work. I started thinking of how I could convince anyone that they were real Dargers, and then remembered he was long dead....that's when I woke up.
WTF? Is this what I get for having hot mustard on my Sweet and Sour Chicken dinner??
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Aren't dreams weird? I had one once where a hired hit man tried to shoot me on the front steps where I worked. We had a gun battle right there on the public street. People were walking back and forth like nothing was happening too. I have no idea where something that stupid came from.
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