The Skull Beams Red

Sunday morning, while indulging in some edibles with my Bloody Mary, I looked like a yogi Lebawsky seeking for vegan vodka. But the bloody mary mix was spicy, and needs more soy sauce.

When I noticed the skull hovering over that section of the kitchen, I realized that I really missed that pub in Denver, their Bloody Mary Bar was delish. 

Mary once told me she loved me during a face time call. We were smoking outside, she didn't mean to let it slip. She blamed the wine, I laughed uncomfortably. We never sleep in the same bed.  

11" x 14"

Mixed Media on Canvas