Everything He Wanted
His apartment was barely bigger than a walk-in closet, and it was painted vomit green. The only atmosphere was offered by one dusty window accentuated by grandma curtains and a crusty fireplace he had never tried lighting. At least Jacob Looser did not have to wear a sweaty alpaca costume here, and he was finally able to initiate his date with his studio. It was a soothing jumble of art supplies, finished pieces that had yet to be accepted into a gallery, and his finished sketchbook collection. The pages of the current one Jacob flipped through contained impressive illustrations in many different mediums. He could lose himself in his sketchbooks and forget his demoralizing occupation, along with his visual arts degree that seemed to guffaw whenever he walked by. In fact, he would sometimes become so lost that he would find he filled up his sketchbook completely.
