Logan.
Today, I'm taking August to the studio to show him the ropes of how everything works. After spending a few days with him, I truly grew a respect and soft spot for him. He basically was starting his life all over.
We got to the studio in about twenty minutes. We walked in after I unlocked the door and I set my bag underneath The front desk and sat down on the stool as he came buy me.
"So basically you just take orders all day via the phone. You can ask me if they want a commission done or something if I'll do it or if you have any other questions. I'll literally be sitting right here." I pointed to the floor.
"You want this chair? I ain't gotta sit in one. I been standin' fa' a long time. God knows I'm used ta' it." He joked but it made me sick to my stomach just to think about all he had to go through in that prison.
"No, you sit. Besides I'm gonna try painting these walls today. It's so bland in here." I chuckled pointing to the tan walls.
"Oh aight. Well luckily, I rememba' how ta' work a computa'. I think I'm good, boss."
I laughed as did he, "Cool. Well I'm gonna go get paint from the back." I said. I made my way to my storage room in the back of my studio and picked out a variety of colors also grabbing my brushes and sponges as well.
I immediately got to work and began painting my walls.
It's been two hours since I began painting and I had made some progression. I stepped back a little to examine what I had done so far and smiled.
I sighed and sat on the ground to take a little break.
"Whatchu paintin'?" August asked coming over by me and sitting down himself.
"A girl with her head tilted back at the top and then Kanye West and praying hands at the bottom." I answered, "I know it sounds a little weird but.. I guess it just would look cool to me."
"No it sounds interestin'." August reassured me.
"So tell me about you. Where you from, what's ya favorite color; allat." August said.
"I'm originally from San Jose but I moved to San Diego when I was eight and then here to Chicago when I was sixteen. My favorite color is white and I really love waffles."
We chuckled at my random last statement.
"That's cool. You got any brothas or sistas?"
"Yeah. I have one younger brother named Joshua and an older sister named Vanessa."
He nodded, "What do ya mama and daddy do?"
"My dad's a big time lawyer and my mom's a politician."
"That's wassup. So you come from success. That's good... Ya parents must be real proud of you."
I chuckled awkwardly, "I wish. But I mean a girl can dream right?"
"I'm sorry I ain't mean ta' make dis awkward."
"No, no, no, no you didn't do anything. I just don't speak to my family. That's all. It's no big deal." I shrugged it off.
"You should make amends with them... You only get one family."
I looked at him, "Yes but even family can betray you."
He nodded, "Touché."
"Can I tell you somethin' an' you not find it weird?"
