The Sugar Babies

Recently, I received several packages of sugar babies candy in the mail, and gave them to some friends who appreciated them immensely. However, I forgot that the purpose of this gift was to remind me about "sugar babies", and am now writing something about sugar babies, in the hopes that this will be something that family and friends will approve of as a tribute piece to these local "gods and goddesses", or sugar babies.

The Boomtown, New Mexico art gallery was filled with people, curious to see the new Ultra-Pink art, basically little more than a sly rip-off of Andy Warhol techniques, complete with a gallery guide duo called Andy and Sandia Metric. Now, Sandia was a local name that everyone was familiar with, however, Andy Metric, this was obviously an Andy Warholism, no such person, no such name, how could this poor darling girl Sandia have become mixed up with him? Also, equally obvious was the fact that Ultra-Pink knew nothing about art, and had no respect for the celebrities in attendance, not even having showed up for the gig.

"Have you ever been really uninspired?", the new buddy asked Sugar Baby at the art gallery. Lost in thought... I mean, truly uninspired, to the point where nothing seems to be interesting, and nothing seems to be worthy of writing, where everything seems to be merely mediocre, just okay, where you are jaded, and everything might as well be part of the homogonized plastic landscape of sameness.