Day started with me waiting for the bus. I hear a little whistle - it's Lisa and Anthony in the truck, waiting at the light. I kiss Lisa hello through the rolled down window and talk to them until someone behind them honks (the light had turned green).

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I went to go see the mural site today, and when I walked up, another competing artist was already there. This was his intro as we shook hands:

"I'm gonna kick your ASS!"

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The day ended when I was waiting by the bus stop for the long ride home. Some one was honking and waving through their window - it was James! The artist who was gonna kick my ass!

The ride home was nice, we talked about art school stuff you have to deal with all the time. Like, how the project you slave over and care about is the one that's ripped apart, when the project you shit out in five minutes before a critique is lauded as genius. He told me,

"When I was in undergrad, I was so fed up with the whole thing, ya know. So right before the critique I just shit on the canvas, rubbed it around, and hung it up. And made them all look at it and talk about it, and they loved it. I mean, I literally shit on a canvas and rubbed it around, ya know?! Literally!"

Which made me wonder: did he actually shit on a canvas? Or was he misusing the word 'literally' for emphasis? Gray area.