This was when I still wanted to be a painter; just before I concluded that I was destined to take any job that came my way. Ha ha! Pick the paints with the best names. Cerulean Disregard. Jerusalem Pointless. Scarlet Disaster. Burnt House. Titanium Weapon. Hurt Child. What else? Oh, some easy targets; some cigarettes, toys, cities, fur. Rows of dead people in sportswear. Nike nike nike. Jerrybuilt export processing zones on fire. And it was supposed to be a diary of a bad painting. Which might even be mildly amusing, if i'd actually got round to painting anything. Ha ha!