I bought a painting of Uncle Henry.
No, he is not my Uncle Henry, that’s just the name the dude behind the counter at the thrift store called him.
Curious, I asked, How do you know his name is Henry? Or that he is an Uncle?
We don’t. That’s what we came up with.
You know anything else about him?
Uhhh….well, I said he is someone’s uncle but the manager say he is bank president. Jeanine say he is grandpa. Jorge, Jorge he say he is in the Serbia mafia and has a tattoo sleeve.
A whole entire SLEEVE of tattoos?
Yeah man.
What kind?
Skulls and stuff. Thorns. Maybe some babies or something. You can’t see it under the suit jacket.
None of my other portrait paintings have tattoos or mob ties. Way to bring diversity, Uncle Henry.