"Damn it!" He slammed his door as he entered his apartment, unhappy about how his meeting had turned out.
Nothing seemed to be working out for him. He just learned that they canceled his exhibit at the last minute. Why? The gallery owner claimed that some of his latest pieces did not meet their high standards.
Bullshit!
That was what he thought of those hypocrites. Art was supposed to be an expression of the artist's emotions. But those bastards thought they knew better.
"They don't know shit," Dale shouted as he went straight to the bar and pulled out one of his most expensive brandy.
He poured the content, almost filling the brim of the glass with the golden liquid. He was burning in anger. And he needed something to cool him down.
But he foregone with the ice as he drained the glass in a series of gulps. However, the drink did not calm him down. On the contrary, it only fueled his anger.
