A little Carls Jr after the beach

 

 

 

 

Gotta love the misters. We had Olive Garden for lunch. Mom taught Clair and I a few simple dance steps... then some more kitty love

 

I don't think I can stay awake for much longer... I'll post up the next batch of photos real soon

 

 

 

Papa fixed us up... gotta love those healing hands

 

 

 

Our final dinner in Palm Springs.... Papa and Laura came by to see us off

 

This was our view for about an hour 80 miles out from Vegas. When we got up to the actual scene of the accident it was a bad accident. Single car accident... 2 bodies.... 1 just outside the driver side door of a crunched mini van... the next was in the middle of the road about a hundred yards up. God bless the dead

 

 

 

Kitty trying to help us get home faster.... and then the aftermath

 

Woo-Hoo! Back from Cali.... New pics and stories coming soon

 

So we're heading to Cali in about 5 hours. Gonna go see the fam and check out a holistic fair in Pasadena. I'll have a bunch of pics up from the trip next week

 

We went and checked out Iron Man tonight at the Orleans. Great movie. Thom-E Boy sent me an email detailing the next 3-4 years of movies that are being planned. Cool tie in's to other movies and then culminating in a big Avengers movie. I can't wait. I started thinking about all the great movies coming out this summer.... I'm going to be one broke mother fucker. Indy, Batman, Hulk.... going to be a busy time in the theaters

 FOLLOW UP: So I've wanted to have a sarsaparilla for almost two decades.... and thanks to my eagle eye girlfriend and the “World Market” I have tasted the sweet goodness of Sioux City Sarsaparilla. The same one that God (Sam Elliot) said was a “good one”. Actually I think that's what really piqued my curiosity. I had no idea it would be a root beer kinda thing.... it was/is awesome. I'm actually finishing off the last of a 4 pack as I write this. (FROM BEFORE) I'll explain all these pics when I'm not so tired... almost 4 am now... I need my bed

This is my new toy.... well... kinda toy. Actually it's just a tool chest with wheels. Joey convinced me to get one so I could roll my work station to where ever I need to get. I'm right handed and I've always had a left handed station. It's sucked. But I never knew how bad it sucked. I was always dropping ink onto the floor. I used a little table for a bit.... Now I upgraded. Very cool right? I liked it so much that I slapped stickers I've had for years. First ones to go up were the Vail style.... EVIL Tattoos, Moes, Loaded Joes, Vail PM, Tatmandu Tattoos.... Most importantly.... “Colorado Native”.   
 
 

 
 
 
 My new little toy

 
 
 

Wow. What a crazy fucking life. I'm not sure where to start. I guess I'll just go on blast with whatever flow. First off... things are busy. Way busy. But I don't feel like it's a good busy. I've been having to do art in almost all my free time. Which is awesome. I love doing it. It's my life. My passion. But the problem is that it drains me. I actually feel wore down from it. Clair and I went to the park today, which was great, and she convinced me to bring my sketch book along. We ended up sitting under a tree just relaxing. I stared to just let my hand go, and it occurred to me that it was the first time in a long time that I had my hand flowing just because it could. I didn't do anything in particular... just free flowing gobs of graphite and ink... with a hint of highlighter. I don't think the art I'm having to produce is really allowing me to release my true emotions in the cathartic way that I long for. I feel like everything I am is turning. Fermenting if you will. Like a'm a big sewage drain and I've been clogged. The person I've been is not who I am, and who I am is not who I want to be. My shoulders feel heavy and my whole being feels compressed and jagged. Stress just wraps me like a blanket now and there's no way I can see getting it off. I'm tired. Tired of it all. I haven't stayed up with the people I love the most. I find myself looking around and not even being able to see. Well... that's a little bit of an overstatement. I see. But all I see is different scenarios playing out in my mind. What if I say this. What if I do that. Where's the money coming from? Where does it have to go. How can I get more of it, so I can stop having this blanket wrapped around me.
I believe now wha you're reading is what happens when creativity, pressure, exhaustion, sadness, anger, joy, and passion do not get released onto a sketchbook. Weird. I'm not really sure where this is all going. I just feel like it's going. As I write this my vision still get fuzz with whats to be done. Flashes of the tattoos I must do tomorrow. What's my girl doing locked in our room. When will my motorcycle get the work done that is required. Do I need to do art for anyone. I need to get piggy food. Do I want a cigarette? I missed a patch of hair on my leg. My cell phone sucks. I need a new one. I need to get gloves before my first appointment tomorrow. Shit. I have to pay rent in the morning. That means I have to get up early. But I want to stay up late so I can try and play some World Of Warcraft so I can turn off my brain for a min. But I need sleep. Hmmm... it's 1030... should I take my sleeping pills. Sleep is good.... but we rented a movie. The second half of Tinman. I wanna see that. Maybe I could shut off my brain if I watch that. Why is my girl still in the bedroom. I don't think she likes me sometimes. I don't think she likes my family sometimes. I wonder if what I write will me misconstrued and taken out of context and used against me. This is time I could be doing something to make money, or talking to the long list of people I meant to call back. They keep calling. I want the time to call back. I just can't get to the right point. I can't get myself ready to do it. I need to be somewhere safe. Where I can't be judged. Where I can't be interrupted. Where I can't be.... myself. I don't like this. It just keeps going. I wonder how I can stop. Maybe I just top typing.... hmm. Maybe. My girl came out. I better apologize. I'm so up tight and moody. I can't blame her for being mad at me. I'd be mad too. I say dumb things sometimes. I'm inconsiderate. Maybe I'll have that smoke. Maybe I can just stop...... maybe.
(10 min ) Nope. No good. This is like being on acid. I have seven different conversations going on in my head at the same time. I keep looking at the key board and seeing flashes of an angry girlfriend.... and dragon arm piece... a pissed off clients face wondering why there tattoo pics arn't posted up on my web site. For fucks sake people it called a digital camera. Get one. It's not expensive. Why are things like this. Where did it all start sliding this direction. Is this what life is. Over coming one challenge just to have a bigger one put in front of you. I'm starting to piss myself off with this whiny little bitch thing that I'm doing. But If I close up... then what do I do. Just keep shaking the mike bottle til it turns into dirty fermented cheese? And to what end? Come to think of it I really don't know what that means. “To what end”. I just like the way it sounds. I heard it said once in a movie called “Chasing Amy”.... I think it was the context that it was used. To what end. I wonder if that is going to be me?

Oh yeah.... we got a kitty. Her name is Nihm.... Or Nim-a-way... or something along those lines. It's only been a couple days and I need clair-a-fication. She's so cute it hurts. I just wanna nibble on her little paws. I love that girl.

I think I'm going to start blogging more. I need to.

I'm such a lazy shit. I'm just posting up things that I thought were cool. Lame.

Hey Everyone!

I've been trying to get around to my blog for some time now, but things have been hectic here in the desert. I caught hell from Thom-E Boy yesterday for slacking on my posts, and he's totally right. I've been lazy as shit when it comes to getting up a new post. My day pretty much runs like this.... Get up between 9:20 and noon, depending on how late the night before was. Take Shower. Get dressed. Feed the Guinea pig. Kiss Clair goodbye. Jump on the bike and head into the shop. Open up. Draw, tattoo, clean, tattoo, draw. Close down. Ride home. Watch a little television with Clair. Roll into bed.... and repeat.

The latest thing I've been working on is taxes. Fun I know. Between that and doing one of the 50 other thing that I want/have to do.

I've been playing with Lulu.com & Cafepress.com. I'm trying to get a photo book put together, as well as some “Evilution Tattoos” Gear. I'll post up likes when I get everything flushed out.

Had a few things go on in the last month. Clair and I went and saw a taping of “Last Comic Standing” at th Pairs. It was cool to see the behind the scenes stuff. Lots of standing and cheering on cue. I also went and saw the Young Dubliners at The Joint in the Hard Rock. It was so great to see them. I had never seen them out side of Vail. So you imagine how stoked I was to see them finally come to Vegas. It made me miss the Vail Valley. I remember the last time I saw The Dibs was at a bar called 8150 with Thom. Can't even remember how long ago that was. Thank god for blog archives.

I do have some more stuff to talk about, but I'm so fuck'n tired. I have 2 tattoos to do tomorrow and a consultation with a couple of Russians.. Rock on Ivan! I have an ton of pics that I haven't uploaded, But I'll try ad get em up in the next couple hours.

411 AM.... Damn..... gotta get some sleep

 I added one more chip to my collection last Saturday. I'm now 6 years sober. These are the chips I carry in my pocket. I didn't realize til just now that Soph gave me the wrong year. I received two chips that night so I think I'm going to trade it out with the other one I got... pretty sure it has the roman numeral for 6 on it. LOL. Clair is out of town for awhile. She's out doing stuff with her family and some of our friends. It sounds like she's having fun which is cool. I'm so stoked that she's having some exploring/solo time with everyone. It's weird not having her around. I woke up this morning so lonely. I think Cairo is bummed too. She'll be back Friday and I can't wait to see her again. I still find that I'm sleeping on my side of the bed rather then doing the whole spread eagle thing. Funny. Gotta run.... I'm playing "Serinity" at the shop again and the "reevers" jusat broke thru the clouds.... if ya don'y get that... go buy the movie "Serinity" and the TV series "Firefly"... call in sick for a day... and just curl up and enjoy. Anyways... stay shiney