I told someone last night that I was in a bad physical state for the playing of billiards because I had so many substances in my body, thinking that maybe she would ask me what I meant. When she did not ask me what I meant, I began to wonder what she could have possibly thought I meant. Decided I would clarify because this also contributes to my larger ouvre about the generative machinery of artistic production. Water, “McCafe” coffee from McDonald’s (5 a.m.), canteen of hot water, Yuengling beer can, water, unprescribed amphetamine-based neuroenhancing pharmaceutical products not pictured, Carlo Rossi Chianti wine, yerba maté.
