A velvet painting of Donald Duck. Not a nude. Not Jesus or Elvis. Donald Duck. And in the corner, the only signature is Luv Me. It’s a desperate, pandering Donald Duck. I hear ya, my brother. Good for you for owning up to your sad despair and neediness. Perhaps someday I will be confident enough to follow in your footsteps.
This is a birthday present for my little sister. We didn’t have much and her favorite toy was this plastic Donald Duck bank. She never put that thing down. I still remember holding her up while she would try to roller skate up the sidewalk clutching that thing, while wearing a giant bike helmet. You can’t be too careful.