Roxy and I have a long running argument.
She thinks she’s average and I’m an amazing artist. I think she’s gorgeous and I’m just painting what I see.
It’s funny how sometimes, beautiful women don’t see what others see. Regardless though, her presence is magical. I get inspired whenever she’s around.
I wrote Princess for the Night one day drawing her. She was wearing only panties, and started dancing randomly. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I immediately knew I had to write her a song.
As James Brown would say, it may be a man’s world. Sure, men invented pretty much everything useful. But what would this world be like without beautiful women?
It would suck. That’s what it would be like.
I’m a simple man. I paint. I play guitar. And I like beautiful women.
I don’t need that much out of life. I enjoy lifting weights. Nothing tastes better than a good cut of steak, cooked medium rare, with kosher salt and black pepper and some melted butter with garlic.
And nothing is more beautiful than a fine woman.
They exist. They’re out there. I know this first hand because I’ve painted them.