“Hey a, G-low” I said,” Whata you makea?” (Close friends of Michelangelo call him G-low.)
“It is a sculpture,” Keenton.” G-low said.
“It dona looka like a nothing’ ta me,” I said.
“Sure it a somethin’. Everythin’ a somethin’,” G-low said.
“But that a nothin’,” I said.
“Whata look a like ta you?” G-low said.
“It look a like a block of granite,” I said.
“That’s a right,” G-low said. “You gotta gud eye for art.”
“But a whatsa sposed to be?” I said.
“You!” G-low said.
“Me!” I said. “I donna get it. How a block of a granite s’posed ta be a me?”
“You a block head, Keenton,” G-low said.
“You a very funny G-low,” I said. “I s’pose you go into a funny business now and be another Ray Romano.”
