Childhood

Kind of reminds me of the time "The Dalai Lama of Manliness" beat my sister with a couch. My sister committed some kind of real or imagined atrocity and my Dad was doling out justice or vengeance or I think he was trying to get some information from her, I don't know. It was awesome. He wanted somebody to kill. Someone to sic Siggy on. Deep down he knew that hurling very large pieces of furniture at his daughter must be,in some cultures, the wrong approach to this situation. All the neighborhood kids,me and my brother included, were enjoying the show from the safety of the Troy's front steps across the street. We couldn't see it but we heard the screams. It seemed to go on for hours. Finally after getting the information he needed, from the fabricated story that my sister shouted from under the dryer, he booted down the front door to the house. After letting Siggy out of the trunk of his 75 Ford Torino, the sped off. They came back around the block and Siggy ran into the house and came out with the couch(just in case they needed it). Off they went again to WRECK SOMEONES SHIT. Someone who had nothing to do with anything. And wreck it they did!

Dad and Siggy

Dexter loves a good cupcake

I'm working on a "Dexter" drawing for Taylor. The problem is, the more I work on it, the more I stare into his devilish eyes, the more he is taking over my soul. What? Ok, so today we went to Shabby Chic in Windham New Hampshire. The most fabulous cupcake store in all the land. Beautiful half naked women making cupcakes from scratch with their baby little paws. Powdered sugar everywhere. They use like a stick of butter(real butter not that Al Gore fake butter) in each cupcake. They weigh about five pounds each. For anyone ,like myself, who gets "the sugar rage" this place is definitely worth the trip.

What's in store for me today?

I know not. Nice weather. Book store, craft store, lunch, blah blah blah. Sounds AWESOME! I just realized I'm wearing only half of my reading glasses. I broke them in half about an hour ago(in a fit of rage) and don't know how only one side is staying on my face. Strange how my eyes adjusted to it. Whatever. Another day on the planet. Oh I almost forgot, I just found out that when the Rapture comes, people aren't going to be able to take their pets. I guess I'll have to develop a taste for cats.

"The Cliff"

I came across this picture recently and it triggered a long forgotten memory. Me and a few of my friends got into a cardboard refrigerator box at the top of "The Cliff" as it was called and launched ourselves over the top and tumbled all the way to the bottom. Totally unharmed. I think there were four of us and we must have been around ten years old. I can still remember hitting the cement beach wall at the bottom and laughing our asses off. I spent a good part of my life living on top of that hill. It was a great place to grow up. Another fun thing we would do was whenever we found an old tire we would let it roll down the steep hill in middle of the road, most likely killing some unknown person at the bottom or maybe crashing thru someones front door. We never knew what happened to them. We just let them go and moved on to the next thing. Like going back over to the edge of "The Cliff" and hurling melon sized boulders and screaming obscenities at the older teenagers who were drinking beer by a fire at the bottom. We wouldn't stop throwing the boulders until they started tearing up the cliff after us. Or getting my arm broken playing "kill the man with the ball" with about thirty of the neighborhood kids. Good times.

Little dogs vs real dogs

Getting this bulldog puppy has really shone a spotlight on how tremendusly defective our other dog is. I've lived with Sushi for four years now and it's taken getting another dog to show me how ridiculous this "creature" is.

Happy Anniversary

Sitting here today two years after boredom and mental illness gave me life, I literally want to pull my own head off. This racket never ends.