My mom came over to my house a couple of days after I made this image and was horrified to find broken mirror all over my dining room table. She asked how the mirror got broken.
“I hit it with a hammer. Well actually Jay hit it with a hammer and then I hit it with a hammer some more.”
This made her even more horrified. She pointed out that breaking a mirror was bad luck. I was horrified to be related to somebody that was this superstitious.
Willy chose the name Shattered Dreams. He likes naming his portraits. He also named Grizzly McAlpine:
Shattered Dreams was taken during a FNSC at my house after we feasted at La Carreta and knocked down Tab Cola.
Willy showing he lacks the courage of his convictions.
Of course this was probably one of the nights where my furnace was on the fritz, so Jay cuddled up in my Snuggie and donned a mullet wig to keep warm.
It might just be me, but I think this look isn’t half bad for Mr. Janson. I’m so glad Jen gave me this wig, but I think I might just have to pay it forward.