I paint German artists whom I admire. I paint their pictures, their work as painters, and their portraits too. But oddly enough, each of these portraits ends up as a picture of a woman with blonde hair. I myself have never been able to work out why this happens.
I got arrested once on stage in Memphis for looking too much like Liza Minnelli.
The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.