Threads: Art Of Gold

With my closed heart, I never get invited to the cool art parties. "Because you're not mine, I don't walk the line." So I snuck into the back of one just to be there. Then this happens: ARTIST SHOOTS TWO. IN STANDOFF WITH POLICE. SAYS NO ONE WILL BUY HIS ART. I had my gun (in case of ICE goons) but a police sniper took him out splattering his blood across a blank canvas. His entire oeuvre sold at the estate sale, the bloodied canvas going for a cool mil. Success, at last. Damn, life is hard.