Oh no...the dentist
Im on my way out the door to see my dentist in Winters. Well, he's other people's dentist as well, but hes been mine since i was 11. Eat that patient of the almighty Japanese genius golf playing cypress tree lovin dentist they call...the royal hiramatsu.
Oh yeah...coffee...natural laxative. Ugh...
I have been to damn busy to send out the cds that people have purchased from me on Amazon and i really really have to do that this week. I also still havent sent out this damn painting and i should go price it this week also. Tomorrow is urge overkill in the city and Soky, myself, Coleen, Kiwi*, Courtney, Sean, i think Les and maybe the other Shaun are all going to see the reunion of greedy dollar bills. Either way...URGE OVERKILL.
Im also going to see Death Angel on May 6th in the city...that has been long overdue and im ready to get down with em. God i love the front man Mark. Soky made me a key to his pad this weekend, i felt sort of special...though his door is never really locked. Ok!
The art exhibit i had on friday was the most horrible i had ever had, and i was asked to leave. It was nothing. A bunch of already clicked up snobby artists (the viewers were cool, the artists sucked) who thought they were the shit. All of their art looked the same and i swear i seen them at least sell one each. I was in the corner in the dark where all blackies belong. And was the only minority artist showing.
It was hot humid and miserable in the joint and all they had for booze was boxed wine. They had some shasta sodas with no ice, sweating cheese cubes, wilted green beans and no fans. It really was lame, if this is what San Fran has to offer me as far as art goes, i think ill pass on it and go straight to Europe.
I waited two days to see the only guy with any talent there to show up, his studio was closed on friday and saturday, and finally sunday he was there. I didnt expect him to be as cute as he was, and i made a joke that he reminded me of Billy Joe from Greenday. Honestly, he looked just like him. I saw his portfolio and some stuff hanging in his closed in studio, digital animation which was really amazing. Hes got great ideas. He showed me how to manipulate the computer a bit, but didnt give up all his secrets. We walked to the store across the way and bought a six pack of pale ale and some ice, stole an ice chest from behind the tables at the gallery and snuck back into the studio and shut the door. We talked and bullshited and he gave me some of his stuff to take home. I showed Soky and even he was amazed, then asked me why he had given it to me. Duh. He had extras.
Friday night i went out to dinner with a friend who lives in the Haight, right across from my favorite Indian restaurant. I didnt have to worry because Soky was at work until like midnight, so i was in the green. Half way through our meal, i hear some tapping on the window. Its all of Soky's friends smiling and waving. So i play the role and run outside to greet and hug them, they didnt question my friend, i didnt bring it up. I dont think they told Soky either, if they did he hasnt said anything. I have to be more careful. Or just take my "friends" not so close to the areas we hang out at. Duh!
When i got home last night there was a stack of orange envelopes sitting on my kitchen table, Native was sitting on the couch..."Damn what did you do? Go nuts buying all kinds of crap or what?"
Indeed i did. Bought four books, one i think is going to be nice...'Resistance rebellion and death' - Albert Camus. Gotta love that existentialism writing. Im am not done with Lolita though, yes i have seen the movie twice. The old b&w version, not that newer one...yuck. But the book is NOTHING...NOTHING like the movie. NOTHING. I say this with such emphasis.
Alright im out of here...my toothache awaits the hands of the dentist. Dun dun dunnnnnnn. Maybe i shoved the floss too far this time. (Shrugges)
Oh yeah...coffee...natural laxative. Ugh...
I have been to damn busy to send out the cds that people have purchased from me on Amazon and i really really have to do that this week. I also still havent sent out this damn painting and i should go price it this week also. Tomorrow is urge overkill in the city and Soky, myself, Coleen, Kiwi*, Courtney, Sean, i think Les and maybe the other Shaun are all going to see the reunion of greedy dollar bills. Either way...URGE OVERKILL.
Im also going to see Death Angel on May 6th in the city...that has been long overdue and im ready to get down with em. God i love the front man Mark. Soky made me a key to his pad this weekend, i felt sort of special...though his door is never really locked. Ok!
The art exhibit i had on friday was the most horrible i had ever had, and i was asked to leave. It was nothing. A bunch of already clicked up snobby artists (the viewers were cool, the artists sucked) who thought they were the shit. All of their art looked the same and i swear i seen them at least sell one each. I was in the corner in the dark where all blackies belong. And was the only minority artist showing.
It was hot humid and miserable in the joint and all they had for booze was boxed wine. They had some shasta sodas with no ice, sweating cheese cubes, wilted green beans and no fans. It really was lame, if this is what San Fran has to offer me as far as art goes, i think ill pass on it and go straight to Europe.
I waited two days to see the only guy with any talent there to show up, his studio was closed on friday and saturday, and finally sunday he was there. I didnt expect him to be as cute as he was, and i made a joke that he reminded me of Billy Joe from Greenday. Honestly, he looked just like him. I saw his portfolio and some stuff hanging in his closed in studio, digital animation which was really amazing. Hes got great ideas. He showed me how to manipulate the computer a bit, but didnt give up all his secrets. We walked to the store across the way and bought a six pack of pale ale and some ice, stole an ice chest from behind the tables at the gallery and snuck back into the studio and shut the door. We talked and bullshited and he gave me some of his stuff to take home. I showed Soky and even he was amazed, then asked me why he had given it to me. Duh. He had extras.
Friday night i went out to dinner with a friend who lives in the Haight, right across from my favorite Indian restaurant. I didnt have to worry because Soky was at work until like midnight, so i was in the green. Half way through our meal, i hear some tapping on the window. Its all of Soky's friends smiling and waving. So i play the role and run outside to greet and hug them, they didnt question my friend, i didnt bring it up. I dont think they told Soky either, if they did he hasnt said anything. I have to be more careful. Or just take my "friends" not so close to the areas we hang out at. Duh!
When i got home last night there was a stack of orange envelopes sitting on my kitchen table, Native was sitting on the couch..."Damn what did you do? Go nuts buying all kinds of crap or what?"
Indeed i did. Bought four books, one i think is going to be nice...'Resistance rebellion and death' - Albert Camus. Gotta love that existentialism writing. Im am not done with Lolita though, yes i have seen the movie twice. The old b&w version, not that newer one...yuck. But the book is NOTHING...NOTHING like the movie. NOTHING. I say this with such emphasis.
Alright im out of here...my toothache awaits the hands of the dentist. Dun dun dunnnnnnn. Maybe i shoved the floss too far this time. (Shrugges)