One Post Per Year

I didn't even know I had a blog until someone invited me to post on theirs.

Debbie Harry is 65. She started off beautiful. A few years ago she looked like she fell off a cliff and got ran over by 17 motorcycles with swords for tires. Today she's slowly pulled herself back together and isn't looking too bad. No where near her waitress days at New York City's Playboy Club in the early 70s, but at least her face has healed from all those puncture wounds.

To honor the beautiful Blondie front woman I spent about a week cutting out four layers of stencils and spray painting a present for myself. It was the most time consuming piece I've ever done. But worth the effort. Jack Nicholson and a Raging Bull era Joe Pesci are next.

Lord Please Deliver Me

I'm wearing an Arnold Palmer burnt orange cardigan sweater that doens't fit too well. Drinking a whiskey and hot green tea concoction in hopes of saving me slightly from my sickness. Listening to Swingin' Utters. I fixed three gear boxes today. I bought a 50 cent Roger Miller album at Impact Thrift for my uncle. I feel like shit. My artwork seems to be on hiatus. I've been spending too much time on a computer and too much time missing someone who may or may not love me. This Ronnie Spector shirt was one of the last things I made.