Travis Louie, The Curious Fuzz, 2014, acrylic on board, 14 x 11"

When Stan's lint pile went missing in 1932 he went on a frantic search throughout Astoria, Queens. Distraught over the missing lint which he collected since the Volstead Act, he quickly ran out of mushroom tonic (it was a cure-all that calmed his nerves before he discovered spam in 1941). He found himself going from bar to bar trying to get a drink of the tonic. When all seemed lost, he looked down and noticed a familiar sight. "Could it be?" he thought.
At the end of the bar was what appeared to be his lint pile, and it appeared to be having a good time . . . without him. It was dressed in a tweed jacket, it now had ears, piercing expressive eyes and no mouth, but somehow everyone at the end of the bar seemed to be laughing at his jokes. "How could this be", he thought. As the bartender placed drinks in front of the curious fuzz at the end of the bar, they evaporated in front of him and those piercing eyes spun like the characters on a slot machine. Stan ambled over to his former lint pile and said, "Lint pile?"
It turned and looked at him and said, "I'm happily free and this one is on me". He handed a glass of mushroom tonic to Stan and smiled with his eyes.




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