Last night was a stormy one lots of rain, lightening and a few brownouts. Luckily my inner storms have subsided, with thanks to viewers like you, and the help of my studio. The smell of oil paint and the rhythm of brush strokes always brings me inner peace. I’m not sure why – anyone who has ever opened a tube of oil paint knows that the smell isn’t exactly the same smell as grandmas’ cookies, (unless of course your grandmother was a terrible cook).
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Andrew Money is epic, awesome, and saucy. He is also a Jedi-ninja warrior-poet, and occasionally breaks the rules of punctuation. Incidentally, he's living with congestive heart failure and battling medical conditions one day at a time. This mixtape is his record of the journey through life.