Hot Pockets.

I've been living in Santa Rosa California for two weeks now. It is exactly how I pictured it minus what I was told about regarding the pizza. It aint half bad.

The West Coast seems to be faster and slower than what I'm used to on the East Coast. Traffic is non stop and I have no idea where all these people are going. They drive fast and rush through yellow lights. I've gone out drinking a few times and people get drunk fast here too. Maybe I'm just slow. I got my first Cali girl number only to find out she was from Oklahoma, which didn't matter anyway cuz apparently it's creepy to leave whispering voicemails at 4 am 3 nights in a row.

After the cross country road trip and my three days in Vegas I literally made it here with $40 in my pocket. Sold my first paintings last week, and I've lined up my first show to be around Christmas so keep an eye out for that shit. I went and did this weird studio walk where artists open their homes and sell plastic wrapped prints out of laundry bins. The art scene is booming out here but I don't really understand that either. A lot of the artists I met yesterday had this weird twitch in their eyes. Or they were glazed over and their forced smiles were twitching. A lot of twitchers.

Everyone out here is a hustler. I think that's my favorite part of this place A lot of cutthroat cowboys and yoga rockin b girls. In the grocery stores here I've witnessed on multiple occasions this thing that I can only really call a yoga bikini. In the frozen food isle I'm alone with my head in a freezer and I pull out and beside me is this girl and her nipples are piercing this thin black fabric while her ass is trembling from the snow coming out of the ice cream cooler. She smiled at me and I immediately shoved my head back into the hot pockets until she walked away.

Hit It & Quit It

Listen to the suave lyrics of the wonderous and jive ridden Funkadelic song, Hit It and Quit It. Get in and pull out while you're winning. Mickey said it best. "Women weaken legs." Even if you got no legs keep movin and funkin cuz the world won't wait.

Beware



Trying new things in drawing and with the ladies. You guys hear the new pick up line about that kid show? Ive seen this shit work. Go up and tell a girl she reminds you of that show Yo Gabba Gabba. Ive witnessed this work for two seperate dudes with three different ladies. They love that! I really dont get it but you cant argue the results. I havent tried it yet, really havent hit on a chick in a while. Im notorious for being reserved not because Im shy or some shit I just get bored easily and havent met too many chicks that make me wunna shoot the lobster sauce. Psyche I just look for the big booty and the high cheek bones.

Here's the paintings I never showed from the Social Status show. Lot more work to do, big gig at a museum in a few months and more permanent gigs to kick ass at.

Girl Heads

So I've been going to the casino lately and winning. Not much yet but Ive gone twice and havent lost. My friend and I have a very strict system we follow and for the most part it hasnt let us down. Stick to the plan and pull out when youre winning. I did these sketches on paper with watercolor and ink I got with my winnings from bacarat and black jack.

When I sell a piece I start thinkin about the zeros. The Green ones. I dont even see the red and black I see the green. It's a magical color that green. Symbol of the struggle, symbol of the underdog, symbol of success, of failure, of speed, of life, of death. And I hardly ever use that color

Bloody.



I dont owe you shit.

There's Blood in the Water

I thought it might have been my fresh hair cut (sarcasm there) but a bunch of babes were checking me out today. Started off at the gas station, then the whole drive through crew at Mickey Dees, then at the bar when I was taking down a bunch of paintings. All cute for the most part, all smiles, so I was very confused while I was running around all day.

Then I got home and looked in the mirror and I had ink all over my face. Makes sense now.