A self portrait of some kind...

What kind of shenanigans can I get into today?

I can be productive - clean the house, go grocery shopping and finally get started on my taxes...

BOO.  That's no fun. No fun at all. 

I got it! I'll go down to the docks and convince them to let me work part-time on the weekends as a fisherman. I'll sing them songs from my native land of Guatemala as I throw the net in the water. I will charm the fisherman with stories of my younger days working as a lion tamer's assistant in the circus and wow them with my knowledge of whales. 

Yes...great idea. Those are the only kind I have. But maybe I can do better. Come on brain. You can do better.
It's nice outside and the world is just aching for some sweet Super Z action on this very day. 

AAH HA! I'll go see Phillip Nosewater who lives in a van down the river and ask him to help me out with my street performance.  I helped his stripper wife take toilet paper off her clear pumps that one time in the club.
 She reeked of liquor, broken dreams and old man sweat. He owes me for that one!

We can take my street performance downtown and entertain the masses. I'll call it Say You Say Me. It'll be a play on words and images I improvise on the spot. Live painting, music and spoken words. Phillip can play his bongos while he circles me in a cloud of his cheap Axe Chocolate body spray. I'll cough a little but it's ok. We'll make tips and I can finally get the power suit I always wanted. "You like this suit playa? Red looks good on me!"

But I don't remember where on the river he lives?? And I do have a irrational fear of  performing in public. oh the judgement.  And I don't think I can take time off work to realize my awesome shenanigans.  What would I wear? I have nothing in my closet. Do I need a permit to commit art? Rules bug me. So many reason not to do this. argh! Jet engines failing! Red alert! this idea is going down....

Fuck it! I will make it work and it will rock their socks off. I  have an unlimited amount of optimism  even when the odds are stacked against me. After my performance, I can walk down to the coffe shop, order us two hot Chai teas, and we can discuss at length our national tour followed by our world tour.  I will call it " Z and the Nosewater Attraction".  It's going to be a good day I say.