35. Richard Boone drank himself to death

While I was drawing this a guy came out of the house behind me and said, ‘Hey my wife just rang me and said there’s some cute girl out front doing some painting.’
‘Oh, yes?’ I said looking up at him thinking his wife shouldn’t have been driving if she thought I was a ‘cute girl’.
Then a woman pulled up in the driveway of the house I was drawing and came over to see what I was doing.
She had a little girl with her.
‘Can I draw?’ said the little girl.
I said yes and gave her a piece of paper and a pastel.
Then, holding the pastel like she was going to use it to stab the cat or something, me and the guy and the mother watched as the child started making manic circles all over the paper.
Then the guy asked if he could take a picture of me and the drawing.
I said yes and he went inside, came back with a camera and took a picture.
Then he said, ‘If you want to use the bathroom come on in, the doors open, or if you want a beer when you finish up?’
‘Okay.’ I said, ‘thanks.’
Then, because she’d seen me spraying mine with hairspray, the child asked me to spray her drawing.
So I gave it a squirt to fix it.
Then the mother said to the child, ‘Come on Chloe, let’s go inside.’
Chloe didn’t want to go but I gave her a pastel to keep, and another piece of paper, and
then the guy told me he was going inside and to just come in when I finished.
‘I want you to see my house,’ he said, ‘Richard Boone drank himself to death in it.’