Sometimes I like to listen to Simon and Garfunkle while I get all melencholy and watch the smoke curl it's way upwards through the shaft of light coming from the little lamp above my computer desk in the dark.

sometimes I sit on the porch and have a smoke in the wee hours of the morning and wonder about how my life turned out while I watch my smoke twist and turn in the moonlight.

I just don't smoke.

If someone were to ever ask me to pick one color to describe myself, it would definitley be Red, hands down.

Nice sketch; yeah, "how did we get here?why?what happened,when we were headed the other direction,but Fate had other plans??" shit. I've known so many people, who said, "Gee, I was trying to go to landscaping business school, but the family got sick,and I had to quit school,and go to work to support my brothers."So, no landscaping, this poor guy is driving a crummy cab. And i did not want to tell him, just about the same thing happened to me,and most of the people I've known.

i really love this piece...simple,but says so so much,that is what art is,the sense of a feeling when you look at the piece.

''....shared melancholy can be comforting, even sweet. In place of anxiety, grief and anger, I offer you a great warm gently rolling sea of melancholy..''