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Simcha, the amazing leather clown or The great Circus Swindle part 2
Step right up to meet Simcha, the Amazing Leather Clown! Uh, no thanks.
I had to decline a performance for my Art today. The offer, to perform with Blue Moon Circus, at Via Colori in Elizabeth town this weekend, where I have a booth selling my Leather Art. I had to respectfully decline. Who in their right mind is going to buy leather Art from a ( Read more... ) -
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Author's note: I am submitting this story to this little trafficed Livejournal not as an act of revenge but as cautionary reminder to myself to be cautious of other performers and not to forget this lesson. Names have been Omitted.
The Great Circus Swindle Some people run away to the Circus, I was drafted into it. A few years ago I was hired ( Read more... ) -
Crap, I am depressed, where to go from here.
I think I am depressed. It's not like a I hate my life I want to die depressed or I cannot get out of bed in the morning depressed, but more like a sluggish fog settled on the world around me and everything seems, well...stupid. Interactions with other people have become difficult. My patience is short. When I am at home family has given me zero ( Read more... ) -
Turning 35, it's not a bad as you think
This birthday was more than any other before it seemed like a grim reminder of my own mortality, not in the way that birthdays can be. An aquaintance on the cusp of being a friend was killed Monday OCT 29th. Her name was Tara Hirsekorn was killed in the firey crash when a moron Mike Barlow the driver who had been drinking and driving 80+ MPH ( Read more... ) -
New leatherwork this year
This Halloween season I took on my first commission which was received well by the commissioner. Apparently the third anniversary is leather and she intended the commission was a gift to her wife.
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Ten years ago today my Grandfather Art Hughes lost a battle to cancer and died two days before my twenty second birthday. I remember going directly from his funeral to by birthday dinner with the family. In all honesty it is time that I would rather forget, I remember feeling so shelfish being placed as the center of attention when in all honestly ( Read more... ) -
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Something indescribable just happened to me that I do not expect anyone to identify with. In fact for the good of all humanity I hope this feeling is quite alien to you but a strange sense of justice overcomes a man when he finds the kid who gave him hell is seventh grade on the nation sex offender registry.
