I painted this a long, long time ago, and carried it with me whenever I moved. It went with me to Wyoming and hung on the wall above my desk. It also followed me to student residence at Concordia Univeristy, in Montreal. I hung it on the door to my room as a sort of protective talisman.

"Nice painting," said the res assistant. "A little anti-social, though. Kind of negative."

Another guy -- a bit of a jock -- said, "Oh, I get it. Bleed, Bake, Screw, Suck -- it's like all the stuff you've got to do in your life. But it should read 'Bleed Bake Beer Broads', don'tcha think?"

No, not really.

I have no idea why these four words came to me in a set, inspiring me to paint them down. Maybe there was a reason, long ago. I don't recall.