DIARY OF AN ART STAR
by Reverend Jen
I tell myself that I am an open channel for infinite riches, just like it says in the cult self-help book The Secret
, but times remain hard. The economy is so bad that I have become a veritable Bob Cratchit in go-go boots, working two jobs and maintaining a policy of taking any gig that pays more than $40. After all, winter is on the way and my chihuahua Jen Junior, the Tiny Tim of this Dickensian drama, will soon need a new jacket.