In the twilight of the 80's, a boy was born. He'd become known as Townie.
Townie would go on to ride bicycles, grow beards, and write some short stories in that class we shared that one time.
Some of you know him as a music lover, some as a copy editor/manager (I think), some as that guy with the nipples that are unsettlingly far apart. Today, I know him as the man of my heart. (overboard? ok.)
I found this outside my apartment door today, astonished as much by the size as how little it weighed. (rimshot) I grabbed a beer and a pocket knife and took to disassembling.
It became apparent that this would be a messy job so I reassessed my approach.
First I noticed a handwritten note along with this, which excites me to no end. It's just so Townish. I had no idea WXPN was his hometown station but I spend a lot of time on NPR so this is especially awesome.
Finally, what appeared to be the pièce de résistance: a framed object. I carefully, carefully cut and unwrapped bubble and paper to find... a blank canvas stretched over a wooden frame. Which I turned OVER to find THIS:
Townie's "The Rise and Fall of the Atlantic" (possibly upside-down?)
I made a face for a while, a good face, the face of a man contemplating
art. My walls are littered with photographs but this piece will stand alone. I cannot express my gratitude for the thoughtfulness and effort evident in this gift. Citizens of the boards, shower this man with rep or, better yet, buy him a beer sometime. I certainly will.
*I should note, however, the n00bishness of failing to sign/date your artwork. Come on man.
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bathtub!