I usually don't blog this early (It's past noon somewhere in the world, right?), but I couldn't resist this one.
I got to the gallery early today to work on some Cult stuff, and heard a knock at the locked back door. Thinking it would be our Fed Ex or UPS guy, I jumped up to answer it, only to notice it was a homeless man screaming at the top of his lung (not a joke). He looked like a run down version of Larry, the upstairs neighbor on Three's Company, which sounds comforting, but trust me, it is not. I obviously didn't open the door, telling him we were closed, trying to get a word in as he screamed and yelled words like "movement" and "transition" - without making any sense at all. Point is, after about a minute and half, he stopped, slid a piece of paper under the door and quietly walked away. And here's the pamphlet...
It's something from "Citizens For Our Betterment" (?) which is totally freaking insane. And inside makes even less sense. Anyway, be on the lookout cause homeless dudes have serious paperwork with them today. I think he took the Crazy 4 "Cult" thing the wrong way, maybe?