Rambo...
So i have never been very good at keeping this thing up to date, but if
anything that's a sign that i have other (one could assume better)
things in my life. I have been working on a number of projects and will
be looking to update the website
soon (with a info illustration portfolio and...yes that's right, blots
online). as for my life, can't really complain, just not allot of time to
enjoy all the things i would like to appreciate more.
on Friday i went to Toronto to visit James Tucker at his place. we (plus Mark and Jerk, but jerk left soon after) went to a shady bar call "Duffy's" for karaoke. This place was awesome ($2.50 beer called "golden horseshoe" was all they had on tap), that is if you don't mind an assortment of colourful characters. These was a woman with no upper teeth and a raspy voice who did sas-rock, a middle aged man who would recite his anti propaganda hye kyo over his wife's singing of "white rabbit" and the dude who ran it (can only be described as "giggity-giggity-go!"). However, my personal fav was a guy who could be a stand in for a Dave Chappelle character. I fumbled the numbers on the paper and was given the wrong song, this man, who referred to the name on my shirt spent the duration of the night saying "Rambo....You FUCKED it UP!"
Happy crackhead drunks are the best friends you can have in a bar, they make you into a temporary SHIT-GOD
well, I'm out
Cheers
on Friday i went to Toronto to visit James Tucker at his place. we (plus Mark and Jerk, but jerk left soon after) went to a shady bar call "Duffy's" for karaoke. This place was awesome ($2.50 beer called "golden horseshoe" was all they had on tap), that is if you don't mind an assortment of colourful characters. These was a woman with no upper teeth and a raspy voice who did sas-rock, a middle aged man who would recite his anti propaganda hye kyo over his wife's singing of "white rabbit" and the dude who ran it (can only be described as "giggity-giggity-go!"). However, my personal fav was a guy who could be a stand in for a Dave Chappelle character. I fumbled the numbers on the paper and was given the wrong song, this man, who referred to the name on my shirt spent the duration of the night saying "Rambo....You FUCKED it UP!"
Happy crackhead drunks are the best friends you can have in a bar, they make you into a temporary SHIT-GOD
well, I'm out
Cheers