Friday, September 25, 2009

Halloweens ago.

years ago we wen't to Richarts in Centralia, WA. I used to think about him more than i do now. One time we went and my friend Carie Demming said he had imagined his wife. Thats how I feel some times.(see previous post) One time I went and his grand kids were playing drums inside while he finished breakfast and gave us a look around with a napkin in his shirt. I havn't Seen the documentary, because i dont wan't to be a groupie. I just really like him. One time i rode my bike to portland and really wanted to meet Rich on the way because he said he did the STP (seattle to Portland) every year, then when i rode into town and talked to him i realised he meant that he just made a bike helmet and rode around town for the event. Not that his interpretation was any less grand, i just thought we would ride into Portland together and chat a lot on the way.

Things that have passed. Thats how I would have called its name.

Your so called love is not as true as this. Sure, I'm glad you are happy but, my love would wear a robot suit for me. to fulfill my fantasy. I have dream to having a lover who can float around in space and with a jet pack and has...golly gosh...nice look to those legs.

whats wrong?

Chris Broomellio was a good guy. He hung out with me at Scooters and watched the jello shots happen. even though he was afraid to party. too bad. I miss him.
I painted this juice cart and then it went out of business. Do you want something painted?
This mouse was dead when i took this picture. I just posed his tiny corpse in the tree hole and made it look natural. Like all good centerfold captains.
Jean likes candy. I miss him too.

Changing my life with plein air painting. Year one.

About this time last year my life got kind of shaken out. Im not here to tell you about my personal drama, but suffice it to say I ended ...