A week in the life of Sammy thrashLife

Thursday: I packed up the rest of my stuff and left Bradenton. My first stop was Umatilla, to visit an ex-girlfriend in rehab. I had dropped her off there myself after visiting friends in Boca Raton and discovering that she wasn’t quite as clean and stable as she had been telling me. After that, I went to Gainesville to teach Valerie how to format, package, and sell prints of her artwork. I had met Valerie while filming my scenes in her brother’s movie (“No Real Than You Are”) over the summer. The previous Saturday, I had gone to the cast/crew screening of the film, where I’d seen her parents for the first time since July. The next morning, they took me out to brunch and – after seeing my prints – told her what I was up to and she reached out to me for a tutorial. Friday, I woke up in Gainesville and spent the day meeting with galleries. Valerie’s mom, Nancy, called and said there was a big arts festival that weekend in Sarasota so I stayed the night and we rode down the next day.

Saturday, we arrived too late to really do the art fair but we went to her parents’ house in Osprey for dinner. They wanted to screen the film for some friends so – as the SUPER IMPORTANT ACTOR that I am – I stuck around for that. Afterward, we got to talking, they asked to see my art, and I wound up selling a bunch of prints.

Sunday, I did the art fair in Sarasota with Morgan and sold another
good handful of prints.

On Monday, Valerie and I hit the print shop to re-up on my supply. We drove back to Gainesville, I showed her the final stages of the packaging process, and then carried on to Jacksonville.

Tuesday, I went to Chamblin’s where I have a bunch of originals hanging, as well as some prints for sale. Collected a few bucks for prints sold while I’ve been away and then spent the afternoon writing up statements for some older pieces that I’ve been neglecting. Saw Heather for the first time in a while and then got a call from Erin Murphy, who informed me that her band, Teach Me Equals, were playing Jacksonville that very night and would I like to come out and set up to try and sell some art? Went over the Burro Bar around ten, watched them play, and sold way more stuff than I should have considering the Tuesday night attendance. Also got to meet Greg, the other half of the band and a really nice guy. Teach Me Equals definitely aren’t in line with my regular listening habits but I was really pleasantly surprised by their set. Loud, discordant, and fucked up but melodic, energetic, and dynamic in the way that kind of shit’s
supposed to be. Afterward, they invited me to come set up again at
their show in St Augustine.

Today, I woke up and went to see my Jacksonville counselor before setting up on the sidewalk in Five Points to finish packaging / assembling all the new prints I’d either just gotten or just printed statements for. Sold a couple and then went into Sun Ray to see Tim and collect the stuff is left behind before I left Jacksonville in January. Went by Burrito Gallery on the off chance I could catch the owner, did, and he informed me that they’d been saving a wall for me. This is the place I’ve wanted to show for a while so I was pretty excited. I got about 90% set up (with close to twenty pieces on the wall) and then hit the road for St Augustine. I’m about to go set up inside to sell
prints.

Tomorrow, I’ll check out and try to meet with galleries here in St Augustine and (depending on how it goes) get back to Jacksonville tomorrow night or the next day and finish setting up at Burrito Gallery. That’s gonna run through ’til sometime in April (I forget) and then I’m gonna leave Jacksonville behind and head north to the next city on my list. Had the Burrito Gallery thing not panned out, it’d have been New Orleans but since it’ll already be April, I think I’ll head somewhere a little cooler. I don’t mind sleeping in a minivan, but I’d rather not bake in a minivan.


HEY, JACKSONVILLE!

See you in an hour.


I’m trying to do this art fair today but I’m sold out of a majority of my prints (and virtually all of my best/favorite ones). And I kind of forgot that no print shops are open today and now I kind of want to put a knife in my head.

BUT they were all closed anyway since Friday afternoon and that’s when I even found out about this thing. SO it’s hard to be too angry with myself… And my life is … pretty great so…

I guess this is how this shit’s supposed to go today. Still can’t help but feel a little off but – fuck it – time to move. Ready or not, fingers crossed that these downtown motherfuckers don’t just scurry me off (as an unlicensed vendor).

Time to sell myself!


I thought I’d finally be waking up in Jacksonville today. Didn’t happen! And now… back to Sarasota for two days. There’s some arts fair that I’m gonna try ‘n thrash. Find me, give me praise and money, I’ll give you a print and a hug. Commerce!


I just spent three hours writing poetry in a fucking coffee shop.

So I’m gonna go kill myself now…


I live in a van. I wake up in random cities and no one ever knows where to find me. It’d be really easy for me to slip up and shoot heroin. AND YET…

Here I am, freshly scrubbed, walking downtown Gainesville in clean clothes, eatin’ cookies, listening to Assorted Jellybeans, gettin’ a cup of coffee before I attempt to crash into some art galleries.

It’s 7AM, guys. The creeps are all out.


Of all the things that could have gone wrong, “the trunk tied to the roof of the van coming loose and smashing into eight million pieces” is far from the worst. Those things that were less than completely destroyed have been collected from the side of I-75 and put inside.

I guess I was meant to own less stuff.

Moving forward.