Where is my precious vacation?

Yesterday I came back home all covered in sweat which seemed to be glued to my wet and suffocating body. At that moment I really wished to be somewhere deep in forest far away from the sunshine. On top of everything I was exhausted because I brought home a bunch of paintings my friend, the artist, threatened to throw away. They were his dear creations but he was getting evicted by his landlady whom he had not paid in 8 months! Wow, that lady`s got some patience, hasn`t she? But at the same time he did drive her to the edge where she was at the point where she started thinking of commiting suicide. I still don`t get why the lady was thinking of killing herself and not my miserable friend who believes himself to be an extraordinary genius. Maybe that is why... I noticed that people possessed with mania of grandeur rarely think of erasing themselves from this planet`s pages, they consider themselves too precious.
Anyway, so upon taking a better look at his paintings, I saw that they were not as bad as I remembered them to be. There were even two paintings of me- one of which was blurry and unfinished. I wanted to take both of them but he started blackmailing me by trying to get me to kiss him. He is obsessed with me as if I were the answer to all his ordeals. I categorically refused to succumb to his nagging and finally he gave in. So, I had two paintings of mine plus some others that really caught my eye. He was also trying to have me keep for him his easel, printer, guitar and books but I said that I am not a storage company and that back is too weak to carry all that stuff and that I have no friends with cars. He is still there, so if anybody wants a free printer, contact me (:- I will give you directions to his house.
When I told my boy-friend about this happening, he said: Oh well, I guess I can not laugh at this funny predicament, it seems like this person is going through some hard times. And yes, he truly does because how easy can be the life when you finally get a chance to move to Manhattan and instead of moving to a nice Soho loft or Upper West Side brownstone you are moving to a cute Catholic shelter. The good thing is that at least it gave me an excuse to say "no" to all his annoying begging for sex with me- how do you imagine having sex in the shelter? It is not even legal and he would definitely get thrown out right away. That is tough luck indeed-getting evicted from the shelter.
So i wished him good luck, made him carry his "cross" that is his own artwork to the Path train and disappeared into the distance. Now I am thinking what I should do with all this junk, is it like long-term investment, when in 30 years I will be able to sell his stuff for unbelievable bucks or is it just cluttering my space? I should be careful so that I don`t get evicted on the grounds of "a clutter case" which is a very common story in Manhattan...

This is a photo of my attempt at artistic expression, not my friend`s.