He sold it to me for $666 just to be Scott… He’s a dear friend; sweet even. We did a group art show a few years ago (i put in some creepy photography) and he held it for me until I could afford it. You’d think what with all the angst of his art and music, he’d be intimidating, but he’s a sweetheart! Don’t judge a book by its cover, friends.
And up close:
here’s me and “sweetheart”
and here’s me and “sweetheart’s” sweetheart. scott’s like my, um, grumpy brother, and his lover, is my bro-crush. even though we’re girls.