Giving Up Would Be Too Easy

I would love to know who is in Virginia who reads my blog. I used to live there.

Nathan was pretty oblivious to the effect of his yarmulke and shipping tube....Freud.


my favorite cup since I was little.
favorite beer label.
honey with fried chicken!

booger pickers and mock boners
There is a giant brant growing out of my shoulder!!!!!!!!!!!!

sugar never tasted so good,
sugar never tasted so good,
sugar never tasted good to meeeeeeeee, yeah.

It's saddurday...a day everyone generally looks forward too. I know I do, I love them. Last night I had 3 pints of Fosters with Selle and Lisa, nothing out of control. I got in at around 230 am. This morning I wake up at 10. HUGE headache! Totally sucks. I blame it on drinking on the old empty stomach. my head is bangin'! like seriously I didn't even want to talk on the phone or even drive down the street for that matter. Jozul called from Mississppi and asked about Black Fever, he said I didn't sound too excited, I felt like a complete jerk face. I apologized and said I just had a killer booboo in the nog nog. So I go run errands and look for yard sales, no luck. I was looking for picture frames because Mr Kramerer sent me a huge package from Kentucky. SO AMAZING.
well I need frames. anyone have any ideas? BIG ONES! Within the package was an art print of this Gigposter for Flatstock...
and one of theseand one of theeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssseeeeeeeee......
You'll have to come over to see the rest. I'm stoked on them.

back to my story...

So I don't find a yardsale in the 400 degree heat so I go get some Pho for lunch. It was awesome and under 5 bucks! I almost choke on it, panic and decide to leave...only because I don't know the Vietnamese sign language for "help! I'm fucking choking on this delicious bowl of soup".
I walk into my apt at 2pm...take 4 tylenol and lay down...only to wake 4 hours later. YEP! my damn sadderday is gone! GONE DADDY GONE!
I had a dream that I was in Santa Monica working at Taco Cabana Headquarters and my desk buddy was Natas Kaupas.
We were the creative team behind taco cabana's ad's. Some chick in the office (who was a lady at the pho diner with a broken leg) kept saying she needed to make him a name tag and repeatedly asked me his name "it's Natas" I'd say..."what?" ...."NATAS" ..."good LORD, what kind of name is that?" ..." I told her it was Luthuanian. "how's it spelled?" "It's SATAN backwards". "she called me a jerk and walked off. So Natas and I were outside and he kept looking into his car
he said he just had it washed and was making sure it was ok...
he opened the drivers side door and showed me the floor mats, they were spinning slowly. HIS CAR HAD ROTATING FLOORBOARDS! they were half circles. the drivers side rotated clockwise and the passenger rotated counterclockwise. and they were spiral red and white . The backseat floorboard was like a red conveyor belt. I got out my camera and he asked if i was filming it..."yes"..."thats fantastic, could you put it on one disc for me? just one disc, not two?" I said sure. Next thing I know I'm showing him pictures of me sitting on an I beam thats like 50 stories high right outside of a building in Manhattan. I had "fro-ish" hair. Then I woke up. made a phone call along with a bag of popcorn. typing this , and now you are current.

RAWR!

So the other day I said..."hey Brant...let me borrow your purple shirt, I wanna look fly." and he turned and stared at me as I winced at his glare. "I DON'T HAVE A PURPLE SHIRT!" I replied "Yeah you do and I need to borrow it." " I DON'T HAVE A PURPLE SHIRT!" (so it's getting a little tense in the kitchen). "yes uh huh dude, the one for your suit" his reply "Oh that one...Sure bud, no problem" and he walks to go get it and in passing he shoves me into the pantry. pffffft
Juju and I at Chuckie Cheese
So you go to your old haunt to have a brew... and some asshole hates on you and your ride. dicks
Bridgette and Dave
So the designers of Scion really outdid themselves...that yellow paint job really pours it right in.

My neice Rachel is following trends....so cute.

and my nephew Gunnar following Rachel.

ANNIE AND CODY ARE COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEGA ART TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE PREPARED!!!! FOR YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

this was my illustration i showed... "wishbone, the cat"...I was very fortunate to be able to show at such a nice venue with so many fantastic artists. I would also like to thank Stephanne (sp?) for purchasing my illustration. thank you much kind sir.This is Chris Tracy's feet at the Press party. Africa heat.Mr Parr sans camera...king curator.



This is Sell..me..Bridgette faking it. totally faking it! ohhhh ladies...i tower over you...and it's not the creepers.


Shek One and Wendilicious were in attendence...super good to see these kids!
Weston of Full Blown Aids (bloody fame) looking at me stuff.

SARA WAS THERE TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! totally giving me the skinny...
snacks...don't worry, i only had some cataloupe and blueberries.
Honey Bunny performed.
Juan Carlos was there also!


This is Bridgette's attitude after watching Sarah Silvermann. all hot shit.
it was sooooo hot and all I could do was drink fluids....


NPD as the Phantom in the front seat.
Loaded up in the van to go get snacks!
Brant holding down the table with Slayers.
lights out...goodnight.

not falling down...
just falling apart.

xox

So after drinking a bit at the graveyard with Brosephs...I hauled ass downtown to catch Sara's show. Brilliant! I like them so much!!! She is hella good. I hope I didn't offend her when I asked how much the "wolfman" painting was. It looks a bit like a wolfman...thats all. Turns out it was a monkey. Regardless the shit was dope. I didn't want to use a flash in the space so pics are a bit iffy of her work...but, you should see her website for more info ( I will post a link......HERE!). It was great seeing her and her fella. Chris Tracy was there also, splendid surprise yeah.
Her mom had sent over some fantastic roses for her show...super nice! Job well done.

it's a drag this city is so fickle and frugal.

I enjoyed it very much.

We buried Joe.
His passing was due to an over dose...GHB.
Every year on this day the fellas and I meet at his burial spot...
We talk about the past year...
We share a bottle...
Have a cig for joe...
leave gifts.
I miss him dearly.Joe never had a phone on him but had many calls to make...nor did he ever have a quarter. But he had a pager?

About two years or so ago I was asked to do some preliminary sketches for a nightclub that was going to be built. General ideas of couch/seating/dancefloor/Dj booth. I had never done such a thing so I was extremely excited. Mr. Manuelli (sp?) owner co/founder and now president started this thing. He found the space and he got some to invest...things were gold...then to bronze...quickly to grey then almost black. He was out of the picture for a minute but soon called bullshit and has now taken the reigns. I received a call from him this afternoon and he inq about some artwork for the club. STOKED! I said I'd be there within the hour. IT CAME TO LIFE! Now, I will never take credit for others sweat and labor and ideas but it was very very pleasing to see what this building had become. Mark has the right idea and knowledge on how to do this thing and I have faith in him. It's gorgeous! And I will do my best to make it even more unique. I thank Mark for the opportunity.
It's ill, MAD Ill!

but some shit you aren't going to believe.


what goes around comes around.


white flower in your hand...
red petals in your pocket...
black roses in your casket...
my face missing from your locket.

Moving, settling, weeding out, sorting through.
I have so much to share with you...but will you accept it? that's the question I ask.

...with a thorn in his side.....


tonight. massive updatery.