On Thursday June 30th, I did my laundry in the bathtub and hung it out back. I noticed two levels of neighbours in the building next door had had the same idea.
That night I worked
my second and final night of posing up the street at Artists 25. As I arrived,
cars were beeping their horns on Dundas in the Portuguese neighbourhood in
celebration of some kind of sports victory, I assume.
A couple of young women in their teens
came to draw there for the first time. They were extremely chatty with one
another while I was posing until Alex arrived and determined that the position
from which he’d been painting me the week before was exactly between them. That
shut them up until one of them later on decided to take a break and went over
to sit and yak with her friend.
That night I watched an episode of
Hawaiian Eye that had an interesting plot twist. A couple became the sponsors
of a teenage girl in a beauty pageant but it was only for the purpose of
blackmailing one of the judges by making it look like he was seducing the girl.
They drugged the girl at his home and then took a photo of him leaning over her
and trying to revive her. The photographer ran away, but the judge was still
trying to revive the girl. Then his wife came home. She had been asking for a
divorce, which he had refused to give her. She saw this as a perfect opportunity,
so she took a loaded gun from a drawer and killed him. Then she put the gun in
the girl’s hand and left. The writers didn’t really handle the plot very well
after that point. The man’s wife had placed the gun in the girl’s hand, but
barrel first, so the cops knew she hadn’t shot him.
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