Number Eighty-Seven

Some more photos from the vault. A view of some crappy looking building from the roof of Green Apple & a lady taking a picture of some guy’s ding-dong. Take it in, I guess…

I missed last week’s Sodomy Wizard show due to a commitment I had made to myself to stay in and draw. Lucky for me the highlights of the scene were caught on tape. I highly recommend taking a peek around the three minute mark to catch what Alex starts doing. Even if you don’t know who Alex is I’m sure you’ll figure it out. He’s the one audience member who, out of nowhere, starts cutting loose and seriously letting his freak flag fly. Talk about bringing something new to the game. It’s a shame that he’s moving away so soon.

Drawings by Josh Simmons & Anders Nilsen.

I’ve got some fliers to scan before the end of next week. Hopefully that means I’ll get some time to sit behind a scanner and catch up on all the drawings & crap that I’ve been meaning to put online for the past few weeks.

Hopefully.

Number Eighty-Six

Above, a couple of photos I took a while back at Buster’s (Clayton’s pad) that I didn’t bother to post till now. Alex’s fresh haircut & the wee man door that leads to Clayton’s room.

Below, an evening at Serra Lounge in Daly City. Those two photos were not taken by me. The image of the show is by AeRi (cowboy w/ skin condition in the background, mother of four in the foreground), the audience by Amara. It was a magical evening, I assure you.

Number Eighty-Five

“iLIFE – WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?
financial security
macchiato“

Flier for a missing iPhone, coincidentally stumbled across post iLIFE hate doodling at the coffee shop.

$5.00 point & shoot from Community Thrift. Pretty cool.

Number Eighty-Four

A found photograph.

“Throw away your phone.”

An albatross’ corpse, revealed to be holding a stomach full of human garbage. It died of starvation.

I rode by a potential suicide at 16th & Valencia. The man was talked down after about seven hours.

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I have trouble sleeping, contemplating the meanness of this world. I am reminded of Isaac Bashevis Singer’s Gimpel the Fool.

Number Eighty-Three

NO WAY OUT BUT I GOTTA’ GET OUT

(in theory) Going halfway around the world and back again. Four months and counting.

Number Eighty-Two

I remember a time when my moral convictions were much more clear cut.

You leave the Rat Room but the Rat Room never leaves you.

Number Eighty-One

Got in a brief verbal altercation with a jogger pushing a stroller in The Panhandle today. What is up with people jogging with babies?

On an unrelated topic, Atmospheric Disturbances is really good.

& another one:
I discovered my scanner had contracted some sort of strange electric disease this morning. Fluids leaking, chemical smells, etc. No more photo or drawing scans for a while I guess. Maybe I should have picked up that warranty when they offered.

Number Eighty

Jungle Pat washes up and marries off all the animals on the continent, claws the ground, eats sand and twigs and fish off the shore.

Number Seventy-Nine

Three days in the North Bay. First time out of SF for that long in months. I got called a ‘faggot’ on my bike in Napa. A guy at a restaurant downtown there accused me of climbing on his roof. I hadn’t been. I had been on his neighbor’s roof. Body or Brain played in Petaluma. Robert gave me a ride there. Some really shitty bros were talking about wanting to ‘bang’ a bunch of the sixteen year old girls hanging around outside The Phoenix. When I mentioned hearing this to Jakey he replied “Man, I don’t even hear conversations anymore.” Good call. At some point I watched music videos on demand using the Comcast TV service that my mom subscribes to. There was a No Age video and Millionaires video, things I had hoped were confined to the internet heap.

I cut my hand on a jagged metal can.

I gave a dog sticking it’s head out of a parked Hummer H2 some water.

I read some parts of Nexus that I like on the loading dock behind a Whole Foods.

PHOTOS
-Shoes on Ethel Porter Dr. in Napa.
-Secret crappy Graffiti on top of Nevada Bob’s in the Downtown Napa Mall.
-Body or Brain at The Phoenix in Petaluma.
-Creep Mike’s new book (taken with his camera, I forget what kind).
-Weird urinals.
-You can’t tell but Jakey’s Ked’s have American flags on them.

Hopefully I’ll make it to the Folsom Street Fair before work tomorrow.

Number Seventy-Eight

Pretty lazy flier. Whatever. Go to the show. It will be fun.