Another Year

 I'll be 24 in a few days. I'm running out of time. I just got back from a trip I shouldnt have went on. Sometimes the words of others arent the words they mean to say. Other times theyre exactly what they mean and they take it back. Apologies are stupid.

I've got a lot of work to keep pushing on. My brother is having a rough time too. The summer is hot and I'm tired of sunlight. I got sun burnt in Seattle and now I've got a tan line where my hat is. Hard to sell frames looking this way. California is a drag sometimes. Maybe I'm just moody.

I'm definitely moody. It's been a while since I've got fucked. I did see my first waterfall tho.

Distractions

I've gotta get out of this trap I've found myself in. Vacation seems far away now. I can hardly remember what I even was doing yesterday let alone last month. Many big dates on the horizon and the continued support of my artwork is amazing even though I may seem like I dont notice. I apologize. I've been lost in my head for awhile now. Too much fuckin California sun is melting my pasty white brain to pieces.

Remind Me Later

Busy Busy Busy. Although I don't really know what I've been doing. Mainly just boozin cruizin & loozin. O and waiting for Big K.R.I.T. to drop Cadillatica already. Here's some photos of me awakardly standing near some of the great people I've managed to not scare away since moving to California. Further proving the fact that if you linger long enough, acceptance is granted.

Linger on and attend our weekly art night at Comics For The Win. Never censored. Always aroused.

 Is it possible to be in love with 25 people at once?

Parkings Lots

I've had a lot of firsts in parking lots. Had my first serious mental breakdown in my high school parking lot. Been jumped in parking lots, puked in parking lots, seen people shot and and die in parking lots, slept in parking lots. I never thought I'd sell art in a parking lot but two years ago I met a guy behind a diner and sold a painting. Two years later, this past Saturday, I sold a lot of art in a parking lot. Cheers to the Comics For the Win staff for throwing an amazing Free Comic Book Day and giving me a table in the blistering sun. Met a lot of cool people and had a blast. I'd like to continue doing events like this.

Sweet Talk

You'll like all my posts on Facebook but ignore my 2am txts.

Distant Deflated

I'm drifting off again. I used to think if I was just as honest as possible it would let me see the world with clear eyes. More and more I'm cleaning my glasses of grime and shit and what was sold to me as scratch proof and anti glare picks up reflections and scratches and chips just like everything else. I feel like I'm just getting worse as time moves on.

I cant even keep my days straight. I'll work until I cant function then drink and take smoke breaks until I catch a third or fourth wind and keep going. Bein awake doesnt help. Everything is so much better in my dreams. Even if its worse. I dont miss anyone when I dream.

Tracks

 

When I was a kid my momma taught us that when you drive over railroad tracks you lift your feet and make a wish. These wishes would then come true so long as you kept them to yourself.

I find myself doing this more and more lately. I don't know if its because I miss my family and my roots now that I am so far away or if its something bigger than that. Ive realized that wishes come true. You wish something and when wish hard enough, it becomes your reality. You'll do anything to make your wish come true. Fuck a genie and three wishes I just need a beanie and three bitches. Or maybe I just need to stop living so close to railroad tracks...