One of those sleepless nights again...

The door crashed open as loud as a thunder storm! He had been listening to Nirvana and painting right before that. With a big fright red paint was flung everywhere. "What the fuck!" he protested to the intrusion. "Where's my fucking money asshole!" the stranger yells as he pins the painter on the floor. "Where's my fooking money, gaw gaw gawd, damn it!" he stutters. "Ok, ok man." The painter replies holding a paint bush, dripping red paint on the floor. The stranger starts to get up while looking around the small apartment. The painter takes a deep breath and starts to get up from off the ground by rolling over and putting the hand with the paint brush on the floor first. "Damn it man" half talking to his paint brush. "On second thought..." the stranger pause for a second,"how about I just take one of your paintings?" Wouldn't you know it? He takes the one that meant the most. Then as the stranger is half way out the doorway he stops. Turns slowly. "This is going to be worth a lot more once you're dead."

A Bike Ride Can Do Wonders

(random person) Many people are misunderstood about who they are and get judge on the way they look. If you took the time to talk to them you will find out a little about them and a little about yourself. Like the old saying goes, "don't judge a book by it's cover" don't judge a person by the way they look. Of course when you are too drunk to see it might be a little harder to do anything beside looking like a fool. That's when wearing a mask can come in handy... Some folks are having a hard time making ends meet, but they seem to be upbeat and happy. What does it take to be happy in this rough economy? Well, there are a few things you can try that don't cost a cent. Fuck it. Enjoy life. A quote from Bruce Lee that makes complete sense, “Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.” But on a different note... We took part of "The Road to Tour De Fat" in San Antonio next to the Cove. Here are some pictures from the event. Take care everyone and remember to love what you have...

In the thoughts of a mad dumb genius

There, lying on the ground, was the insole of someone's shoe. Their soul laying about on the sidewalk of dusk. On fire from the red, yellow, and orange heat coming from the setting sun. In people's brain there are electrons that spark your whole life. We've also been told that the soul is pure energy. What if your soul is the electrons in other peoples brains? Your soul is the thoughts and image of you in other people. Or the impression you leave with somebody even if you don't know them? Would that makes us all connected? We will have to take a better look at this theory. Have a study on the inner workings of the human brain. Does anyone have any idea of what we are talking about?

Glass of Water

A bead of sweat ran down his leg and it felt like little wet bugs. His mind scream to the point where everything else fell silent. His armpits reek like the Bush administration and his beard itch with frustration. The city had become a shit hole of lost dreams and talent. Or had it always been a shit hole? The place was pack with drunks and aggression. He was alone in the crowded room. His thoughts were far from his location. He knew it wasn't his kind of place or people. Maybe it was a lack of trying to fit in, but people avoided talking to him. He stood there for what felt like a life time before he left... Then, he was gone...

the secret hides within...

pain. one man's pain can be another man's pleasure. what seems to be misunderstood is that the key is in the mind. the body doesn't feel pain but the mind is what tells you it hurts. let's work on that. each day is not only a new day but a beautiful day. each day is another chance to meet you. meet you before the end. let's go have some fun...

quick change in plans

he wanted to scream. that's a good start. all his frustrations and anxiety were starting to take ahold of him. still not finding work, not knowing what to do with his car, not having anyone to really talk about it. none of that really had any part of his worries. no. the fact that he wasn't scared or nervous is what made him worried. trying to ask him questions was like trying to... well, you never know with him. he holds everything in and puts up a front. on the other hand he has been taking ample amount of pictures. he is learning to play music again. he said he read a line in a woody guthrie book that read something like this: "a painting you can only sell once, but a song people will pay you to play it again." maybe we need to read the quote because not sure if that makes any sense. click on the picture to view lots more, fun...

sweet and sour