Last night Skylar finally turned 17 years old. He is such a dream. I gave him a single pink rose and told him it was because he was truly beautiful, and then Phil yelled "you work at a flower shop you cheap bastard!" Phil was right, but so was I. Skylar is really beautiful. He's starred in a number of my most memorable paintings.
He's also a good artist, insightful, sensitive and really funny. A year ago, Jillian and I collaborated to create a nickname for him and we came up with Skylar "Big Huge Sunset" Hughes, which seems to have stuck.
Last night we took him to the Spigot and tried to get wasted but they kicked us out at 1am, predictably.
the spigot was wierd last night because it was packed with sports fans actually paying attention to the TVs, instead of packed with people who couldn't care less, as is normal...