There is something close to my house in Brooklyn called the Morbid Museum. I can't quite figure out what the place is exactly. It's seems to have a lot of stuff that is sort of related to death. Which is fine by me because I can then draw the unusual objects. I know what everyone is going to ask me, so YES, there is a monkey sitting on a couch when you first walk in. The word, morbid, was probably used to attract people into the space. It kind of intrigued me. Once inside though, no one can figure out what the hell it's all about. They do serve Black & Gold coffee. I get herbal tea.
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