[Also from the lost Joshua Tree sessions. This was for a painting of a pantyhose shop that had run out of customers and time. I still wonder, who in God's name would open a pantyhose outlet in the middle of the desert? Seriously.]
You try waking up every damned day in a cramped and dusty trailer that you share with the random scorpion or tarantula and living with the fact that for whatever reason you thought it would be a good idea to open a pantyhose outlet way the hell out here, in this cur’sed heat no less. For the record, no one else can figure out what compelled you either. Sometimes the madness is subtle and slow burning.
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