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Just Let Me Smell It
Went to the community kitchen again today and ate. I saw the guy whose clothes I've been wearing. I was wearing his black and white-striped, buttoned-down shirt and pair of blue corduroy pants. I stood behind him as he was dumping his tray and he turned and looked at me, eyed my clothes up and down while I said to him, "Hey dude, what's up?" As ( Read more... ) -
I Look So Good In Other People's Clothes
My neighbor of eight years who lived right across the hall from me was recently evicted for not paying his rent. I didn't really talk to the guy that much but I liked him because he was quiet. He's some guy in his fifties, an aging hippy-looking type with big, puffy, matty semi-dreadlocked, greying hair and a pony-tail. He'd talked to me recently ( Read more... ) -
Maybe The Tomatoes Will Save Me
So it turns out that Professor Penis isn't dead after all. I saw him driving by me the other day in his cute little blue truck and the fucker didn't even wave. I have to admit that I sort of had this morbid hope that he was dead for some reason, like it would give me an excuse to be all melancholy and wistful for an afternoon or something. I ( Read more... ) -
Me and My Unsafe Art
An online friend of mine that I met through my "Obama Taco Underwear" website and who has bought a bunch of my paintings over the past two years or so, sent me a link to this video. It's an excerpt from a documentary called "Painting in the Bright New Night" that his indie film director friend, Kon Pet Moon, is in the process of making. I guess ( Read more... )
