What if… you make a vow never to paint an image again? Every time I paint a bluebonnet painting I vow no more. Then spring comes and I take photographs and get hooked again. I guess this makes me a compulsive liar, as I know the flowers weaken me every year. This is the behavior of an addict. Can people be addicted to flowers? Yes, that’s what’s wrong. I need therapy.
What if somebody wanted to dig up your grandma?