The Man That Buys All The Houses (orange minotaur)

March 18, 2015

The weather is warm and the sun has gained strength. A burning on my arms and neck reminds me that the days are getting longer and it is almost Spring.

I dip my brush into the glue bucket.

A man walks up and says stuff to me. I get off the ladder and ask him to repeat himself. He wants to know what I am doing. I said, “I am putting up some smiling faces. See, like my shirt right here.” The man said he liked my shirt with the smiling Rorschach blob man on it.

His name is David and he had a fancy hair-doo and glasses pushed up high over it. I noticed he even had fancy tan boots. Now, a regular guy wears old work boots to work in— but this David man had fancy work boots!

He buys and sells homes. He fixes them up and sells them for a profit. I asked him,”If he buys a bunch of them—did he own that one?” He said real quick,”I BUY EVERY DAMB ONE I CAN!” — Kind of made me laugh. I gave him a BlackcatTips business card and said I need more room to work. He told me he would look for my sign tomorrow. I climbed back up my ladder. A bird hollered out.

– kyle