Mike. "Doesn't work
for me anymore.
I'm too old now.
I get to wonder about tomorrow, will it ever come?"
Ken. Why do you say that?
Mike. "Inconsistency of living. Do you ever think of that?
I came here thirty years ago.
My brother told me l'm lucky to have a place like this or something
I've got little or nothing to show for it.
I just dig out some damned old junk from the refrigerator,
whatever the hell l can find to eat.
And then l go to bed.
Eat and sleep.
Sleep is my narcotic.
To forget the past. Forget the future"
I met Mike Labrie in the nineties, spent a few years in his company
before he died.
He was a wonderful man, a brilliant man. These paintings were all done
If you want
to read a bit about Mike please click on the image below;
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