I had a funny Ebeam from Mickey at Spooky about his messy office, so in the absence of any real news I thought I’d slap it up.
Been a thousand miles south visiting my parents since the 23’rd. I’ve re-posseed a small room and re-purposed it as the mobile command center. It’s 2:12 in the AM. Three computers (all of which are near death and trying to render frame drawings), plenty of starwars action figures, a few dozen frame stickers, a table made from rebar, old pumps and wheels, and the requiste posters left over from when I lived here back in the late 90’s. Herbold, Tomac, Palmer and me. Right now I’m faced toward a wall with Hans Rey bunnyhopping on a raft in Jamica, 5 Grundig Worldcup number plates, and a watercolor I painted sometime in middleschool. There is at least another solid hour of work before I sleep. 18 hour work days back-back-back, with my parents in the next room. This isn’t what I signed up for.
I NEED a copy of Earthed 5 soon or I might to strangle someone.
But hell, it’s 80 nearly every day. God I need to get back where the weathers miserable. Before I do that, I’m headed down to Florida to visit some dealers, and then to Michelin USA to ride some new tires on some new bikes I shouldn’t tell you about until they don’t look like I joined them with toothpaste and sawdust.
On the plus side there is an artschool across the sound that just got back in session full of young ladies with god intentions, I’ve had time to do some history reading ,
The coffee’s pissweak, the beer wasn’t brewed in Belgium, and they speak with weird accents.
Hope ya’ll are having a killer newyear… And keep a lookout for a packages bearing our mark.
p.s. Seplavy purposely “messed” up his cube. I’ve got Instant Messenger record of it.