black holes leaping in and out of existence
gouache, watercolor, ink on paper
Gus was bust, had not a dollar to his name. I know this because he told me, not just me, but his audience on the A-train, and between 59th and 125th st., Gus illuminated us on his problems with money, girls, people stepping on his toes, people not saying excuse me, basically, people in general, and for nine minutes, Gus was a universe of black holes leaping in and out of existence
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