Where are you going?
Bank of America to bitch someone out. I overdrafted a ton of money. It’s retarded, bureaucratic bullshit. From now on, I’m just going to keep all my money in my house. But this girl stole money from me recently, so I don’t know if that’s a good idea.
Was it your roommate?
No, I live alone. But some girl I know basically broke into my apartment, fucked in my bed and then stole my emergency $100.
Did you at least buy something cool with the money that put you in the red?
I was buying Klonopin, so it was okay. [Laughs]
From a pharmacist or a drug dealer?
[Laughs] A pharmacist! It’s an anti-anxiety drug, but you can also take it as a sleeping pill. I go to SAIC for painting, and I’ve found Klonopin definitely isn’t conducive to doing work in the studio. I’ll be in the bath and take a Klonopin and it’s like, Uhhh, should I get out and work or should I just sleep in the bath?
Are you prone to being high-strung?
A little bit. Maybe it’s because I don’t drink.
You’re a teetotaler.
Yeah, I don’t really go out at all. I’d rather take my dogs for a walk than go barhopping. I smoke a lot of weed, though—when I have the money. Which I don’t now, thanks to Bank of America.
Well, you’re the one who wants to be a painter for a living. You might have to get used to being poor.
SAIC’s kind of bullshit anyway. Yesterday, I was in art-history class and we were doing PowerPoint presentations. Some international students from Korea had copy-pasted articles on Art Nouveau with all these big words from serious journals, and I literally wonder if they knew what they were saying. What I really want to do is open up a floral shop, be a florist. I’m really into botany. My dad owns Basta Pasta, the Italian-Japanese restaurant in New York City. Back in high school, I did table flower arrangements for my allowance. It’d be great to do that for the rest of my life.