Guys, I need to be honest. I’ve been in a creative slump, and nothing seems to be working. I’ve been studying the work of the greats, trying to emulate their careers. Trying to become one of them. I thought I was behaving like a true artist, but I just ended up being quote unquote “an alcoholic” and “a narcissist who makes shitty art.” Nothing’s been working. Until now. Until this moment of beautiful kismet, when my pickleball partner struck me with his racquet.

As he pummeled every inch of my body, I yelled back at him, “Come on, man, don’t look back in anger! Stop crying your heart out!” And then I realized that I missed what we had together all along. Not just an athletic partnership, but the potential for an artistic one. Him absolutely beating me with the pickleball racquet reminds m

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