down the art gallery a woman comes over and tells me she lives opposite me. we chat for a while, he husband is the artist but im not impressed, he is an illustrator more than a painter. he's painted a great portrait of a famous surfer who was a good friend of my ex wife. it's an exceptional painting. captures his spirit.
later
in a big house with strange music piped out by the pool which overlooks the ocean and lovely palm trees blowing in the wind, stars fill the sky, we smoke large spliffs and play ping pong a game i really like, it takes me a while to get warmed up. oh yes this is good, i realise it's saturday as there's a paper laying around on the table. i flick through the arts section, it's pretty ordinary. the smh has no imagination even in it's arts section. i smoke another spliff and head home.