I chuckled. Those furry artists, they'll

I picked the first one up & tickled its nose. Then I threw it against my canvas.

It made a satisfying red blob in the middle of the canvas. I looked around of other objects to help me create my abstract masterpiece. Those coffee dregs! Blam! Brown rivulets. The

painting looked spectacular. I found some cabbage in the refrigerator. After mashing it in the grinder, I dipped my brush in it and painted a couple of green bushes.

When my roommate saw what I'd done she gasped. "OMG. I've never seen anyone do 'that' with a vegetable!" My edible paintings soon became a hit with the locals.

Soon a cult started around my edible paintings and I was deemed the avatar of their creator god the Original Vegetable Patch and members of the cult renamed themselves after fruits

but then decided to go with the seafood theme, they named themselves the Blue Oyster Cult and this is how my paintings, yes, my dang paintings became the centerpiece

Of their concert settings. I made a lot of money from it and saved all I could. Now, the light bill is outrageously high and I needed that cash. I trashed my smart tellie, so radio

was the only way I could get the dough. I sold all my radios to the fence and paid to make the lights come back on in my house. But I mainly needed those lights for my

clandestine surgery practice. To this day Lord Voldemort bears me a grudge because of the face job I gave him in his apprentice days during a blackout. Is it really that bad?