I said to this guy the other day that I AM a MASTER at what I do. He disagreed. I left him to his own assumptions. I walked and thought. It was a rainy afternoon. This April month. Yes. "So what its raining. Its not like it never rained before and I was out without an umbrella". Umbrella's balancing at the tips of my fingers I imaged - slow long strides across the avenue. People in their cars revved at the red light prepared to launch into intervals of cusswords in the name of roadrage with roadfaces New York carved into their gristle and bones and beat into their flesh. The master kept walking. MASTER LIVINGROOM JOHNSTON mastered being LIVINGROOM JOHNSTON since the birth of the idea of an alter ego, the norm. YES! The norm in LIVINGROOM JOHNSTON'S own imagination is what he makes it FREE of judgement on his OWN part. Creative endeavors, there is no shovel here! Hobbits are nowhere to be found! The rest is up to whatever it is whoever makes up in his or her OWN minds. SO BE it! I HAVE YET TO CROSS PATHS WITH GEORGE LUCAS! A passing thought. Lighted a cigarette and stood there. Barnes and Nobles across the street. Livingroom Johnston likes BOOKS! The painting is part of LIVINGROOM JOHNSTON MASTER CRAFTSMANSHIP! When LIVINGROOM JOHNSTON is painting is is MASTERING OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER BEING LIVINGROOM JOHNSTON throught the EYES OF LIVINGROOM JOHNSON, joyfully - playfully- expecting every momen to get better and better and better! LIFE IS LIKE A PHONE CALL on a sunny day with a cold beer and a pocket full of quarters and a check book resting on the floor of the ROLLS ROYCE to be picked up before stumbling drunkenly aboard private jet! YES! WHAT is the moral? BAFOON! all you have to do is look in the mirror and know that there is only one person to MASTER! and that is your self. OTHERS DO AS THEY DO! WHO IS THE MASTER OF YOU?! I HAVE TO DO THIS AND THAT? Hm....... THINK ABOUT IT.