Would you be surprised if I told you that I went to a uni in Shady, instead? Never got my cap and gown cause I flunked from being told that drawing dicks round dead NCRs don't count in building the Republic's brighter future. After realizing that selling paintings was “more talk me, less look you”, I realized that painting is am art-full-of-shit. No offense. Never can a painting do what photography, what film does. Never gonna get what you want, like being in the moment, with a canvas and a brush. No matter what those assholes at Shady said, it's never worth tiring your eyes out to understand any painting. Then, now, or whenever.

I sure damn do from time-to-time. Aside from pornography, nothing beats capturing raw human affairs like war, big or small. Thing is, the NCR, the LFTBC, or any other lot like them ain't even pretend they get war journalism. They think cause first, and always. Beside that, there's nothing too effectively real to take photos of in today's California, less' you shoot tits or peeps dying in the streets. I'd struggle to defend the mainstream as I'd have done the underground. I'd rather sit on the fence and trail the scent of money.