Lunch with Van Gogh

Lunch with Van Gogh by Ian Smith

If I could have lunch with any artist?

Hmm... I don’t know of any good artists, I’d much rather do a horror story. However, if I had to, Vincent van Gogh would be cool, I guess but there isn’t much to write about, just lunch.

I’d just be eating a turkey sandwich while he went on about art or something and it would be really awkward, because I wouldn’t say much to him and he is Dutch and I wouldn’t understand him too well.

I’d start off by introducing myself as Ian Smith and I’d sit down. Then we would start talking about stuff, I’d ask him about why in the heck he cut off his ear. When someone would come up to take our orders and I would order a turkey sandwich, he would get _____ _____, I put that down because I wouldn’t pay enough attention to even know what he got.

Next, we would wait and wait for our food as I stared out the window because I’d rather be in a horror story realm of awesomeness, than eating lunch with a crazy man. Next the food would get there and we would eat, I’d take one bite of my turkey sandwich as Vincent van Gogh painted a portrait of his food. I would really be questioning my life at this point, and it would hit me… how did this man come back from the grave just to eat lunch with a 13 year old.

Ultimately I’d get fed up of how flipping weird he was and walk out, then I’d go home to play Witcher III: Wild Hunt.

(I really didn’t like this -Author) THE END