Ralph Hurley posted:

I worked the register at an upscale art supply store for a short time. The customers were mostly hipsters and wealthy older ladies who had suddenly decided to get into watercolor painting or whatever. We also had our share of real weirdos coming in. There was one guy who appeared homeless, never spoke, had Charles Manson eyes and smelled like DEATH. He came in several times a week and plunked down multiple tubes of our cheapest line of acrylic paint and paid with grimy wadded up cash. I sort of regret not befriending this dude just to see what his undoubtedly mad and obsessive artwork looked like. Whatever it was, he used a LOT of paint. The smell surrounding him was overpowering.