Many years ago, my friend (Rachael) painted a portrait of my pug, Barnaby Jones Pickles. Several years later he was killed by a rattlesnake, but I’m pretty sure those two things are unrelated. At least, I hope they are, because Rachael’s now doing Day of the Dead art and she just surprised me with my own portrait. Which is completely bad-ass, but maybe not entirely worth death by rattlesnake.
Luckily, I’m much bigger than Barnaby Jones Pickles so I would probably survive a rattlesnake bite, and it would make a cool story. So, I guess what I’m saying is that Rachael’s paintings are worth being injected by venom, nearly - but not quite - to the point of death. Also, I’m not sure why she doesn’t hire me to write advertising copy for her, because this shit is gold.