"That doesn't make any sense" and other truths about Paint Nite.

Sometimes I get a birthday gift right. Like the time I found an ink-drawn Dr. Gonzo, clutching a briefcase full of drugs in one hand and a pencil-thin cigarette holder in the other, tiptoeing across a plain white canvas in a Calgary movie poster shop.

“Perfect!” I cried, thinking of my sister who loves Fear and Loathing and whose birthday was five months…