Snotty Art Gallieries

Recently I stopped into the shit gallery down the road from me. Kenosha sized gallery {tiny}, housing fucking recreated art at outragious prices. I went to see what thier prices for joining were{even thought I think's it wrong to have to pay to be in galleries but ok}, and the son of a bitch stoped me at the door. Now I know I'm a wierdo teenage, so ok I gave him that. But the son of a bitch says "Well if your just looking, don't touch anything, thier fragile." No fuck lick, I have no clue how to handel being in a gallery. I have no god damned clue what im doing thier, or in any gallery. I'll poke around, touch everything, break everything, you know, my usual. Now maybe he's had horible teeanged customers before, but fuck him. I am not just some kid off the street who has no clue what art is. I know art, and I know people. And his gallery sucks and he's an asshole.

It is funny to me how I am judged by other people, exspeacily gallery clerks. Now, I go to art gal's alot, exspeacily this cool one called Lemons Street Art Gallery. It's nice and close knit, the artists run it, and its non-profit, so even I can aford some of it. But South Port Art Gallery is not, I learned. They are not artists, theier counter jockies. Thier me, thier you, thier fucking retarded. So I just don't get how they could belive they are better than me for the fact they work thier. They house my work. They don't DO anything. Exspeacilly this gallery, beacuse thier reprints. Grrr, reprints of unknow-can't-paint-for-shit-hack-jobs. Grrr

So I left him a note, to detail how I was gonna make a purchase {time's like these I wish I was rich}, and would no longer make one. I also said he was mean, and his gallery sucked, and he should check out the Lemon Street Art Gallery. How great it would have been, to pull out a Visa, Mastercard, and American Express, and say "Do you accept any of these?". See his face lite up and say "Yes, yes we do." I could return with some witty come back, like "well so does lemonstreet art gallery, and thats where im taking my buissness" or "Good, and you might just see these agian if u can remove your head from your ass."

I know im one poor bitch. I know im only 15 {and a half} and have no pull, no say, and no rights. I know I'm a minority. I'm mixed. I'm a mutt. I know my mother never loved me, and my dad's a drunk. I know that therapy's not working, and im failing my classes. I know I'm not smart. I know I'm not rich. I know that I either look like a slut, or a huge fucking dork. But I know upon everything else, that no one is better than me. Exspeacilly some dumb fucking cock lick who hangs up art. I'm not saying I'm better than everyone, wait yea I am. Ok so yea, in our own right's were all the best, therefore being equal.

I hate snotty art galeries.