ALL FINISHED ON THE BIG FUCKER!

This drawing is for an upcoming Valentine's Day show at Congregation of the Forgotten Saints on Melrose in Hollywood. The theme of the show is Forgotten Saints, where we created our own saint and their story. This piece will include my take on illuminated manuscripts where I'll draw out the story of myself, the forgotten saint. This piece is autobiographical, obviously.

In it I depict several miracles I've performed:

*being born awesome and ready to destroy
*playing video games every waking hour both in childhood and adulthood
*Drinking copious amounts of booze and regularly passing out (thankfully a thing of the past)
*Walking a couple of miles uphill with a friend because he wanted me there to help him make out with his girlfriend (i.e. I sat in the stairway and stared at the floor--a most miraculous feat!)

Also acts of maryrdom:

*dishing out and taking abuse from an old raggedy second grade teacher
*being abused by a fat ugly Evangelical Christian bitch babysitter.
*attempting to eat a 20 by 20 at in and out and failing

There are more, but you, my friendly viewers get the idea.



A higher resolution picture will follow.

Notably this is the first drawing of the year 2009, with the previous year's last drawing being this one I did for my friend Cyrus Helf. His dad is an Austrian deer hunter in Canada--had a lot of fun with this one!

My attempts to eat weird things...

These computer machines are crazy!!!

So, I just went to play on the internet for a little bit, but found ALL of my information had somehow been deleted from my browser...OUCH!

So many saved passwords...lost.

Now I'll have to play around a bit and learn to use these things.

It's five minutes later, and I'm still drinking a beer

Yessir, I'm drinking a beer right now. It's moderately tasty, slightly redolent of the odors of pork rinds, it offers a rich smoothness incomporable with any other beer.

This beer is NOW and I'm drinking it. Therefore I'm drinking beer later and stronger than most other beers.

I don't give up on drinking beer.

I rock the stage with my beer.

Are you going to try and take my beer?

Well, get your own beer.

I mean it, motherfuckers, get your own goddamned beer.

Beer.

Big Tasty, drinker of Beer.

It's Late and I'm drinking a Beer.

Man, I've been doing this service industry thing for a long time now. It's starting to settle in my bones, so tonight I drink beer and write a line or two.

By late, I mean goshshuckydurn late, so late that lateness is out of control in lateitude.

So, there you go, dudes I drink beer and it's late.

Man, I'm a retard

So, I've been working hard to figure out how to post one of these things, now I can write what I want because I've finally found out how to do so. It's nice.

As this gradually pans out I think I will figure it all out.

I'm pretty into this whole blog thing.

I'm just tired.

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