And with THIS family, oh boy.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Nozawa's Sushi Raised a lot of money for the Tsunami Victims this last Sat. Yay, and thank you to Nozawa.
Pal Maurice Lamarche, Tanya Haden and Jack Black, just a few of the famous and talented folks that joined into Sushi Nozawa's Tsunami Benefit 4 Japan.
Maurice was in at the bar in this drawing, in his usual spot.
That's Tanya and Jack back behind me, being very sweet to each other.
If you haven't had sushi from Nozawa, you really haven't had sushi.
Maurice was in at the bar in this drawing, in his usual spot.
That's Tanya and Jack back behind me, being very sweet to each other.
If you haven't had sushi from Nozawa, you really haven't had sushi.
1981 Nashville Bus Station
After spending the summer in Provincetown doing caricatures. I was excited at the possibility of living in NYC and breaking into comic and or illustration business. After several months renting a small room in the back of Gary Hallgren's studio, one of my molars decided to implode. Now if haven't experienced this kind of pain, count yourself lucky. I needed a root canal, which is very expensive. At the time my budget was such that I had to decide each day whether I was going to have a sandwich, or a pint of hagen daz, because three dollars a day was what I had to deal with. This diet might also be the reason I needed a root canal.
A made a call back to Texas to see if I could get a small loan from my mom and step parent. All the while feeling like the side of my head was about to explode. They said they'd discuss and call me back. My step dad, not being the trusting sort didn't feel comfortable sending six hundred dollars off to NYC that "Who knows, maybe he has become a junkie, we don't know what he's up to in the wild and wooly city." So it was decided that they would send me just enough money for a bus ticket back to Texas.
I waited around for a day and a half for the money to clear through Western Union. All the while feeling like my head was being cleaved in two by gremlins sharing a dull axe.
I got my money, bought a bottle of whiskey for pain relief and climbed aboard a Trailways bus for the 96 hour trip back to Texas.
During a six hour lay over in Nashville, I was approached by a dirty haired girl with lithium starved eyes. She sat down next to me looked deep into my tortured soul, and asked "Can I sing to you?" She proceeded to sing me a song a cappella, to the quivering lump of pain that was me. Followed by another, and another, and another. I wish I could tell you that she had an angelic voice, that lifted me up and out of my misery. But alas, I cannot. Winos and Hobos were giving me sympathetic glances. Counting themselves lucky that she had found me rather than them. When the scratchy voice over the loud speakers called my bus to Dallas, no one was ever so happy as I to climb onto a stinking pissed stained bus.
36 more hours would find me in the sweet relief of a dentists chair.
Three months and three root canals later (I don't recommend going to dental schools for dental work. They are root canal happy) my step father who had told me I could stay at their place while I had my work done, came into my room and told me that I needed to take a job and start paying rent. That he felt I needed to learn responsibility. At this point I had been living on my own in New Orleans,taking care of myself since I was seventeen. I nodded and smiled as he left the room. I packed my back pack, and the next morning started hitchhiking toward the world of animation in the great state of California. I had three dollars cash, and a check for two hundred dollars that I'd earned for illustrating a book on Party Magic.
A made a call back to Texas to see if I could get a small loan from my mom and step parent. All the while feeling like the side of my head was about to explode. They said they'd discuss and call me back. My step dad, not being the trusting sort didn't feel comfortable sending six hundred dollars off to NYC that "Who knows, maybe he has become a junkie, we don't know what he's up to in the wild and wooly city." So it was decided that they would send me just enough money for a bus ticket back to Texas.
I waited around for a day and a half for the money to clear through Western Union. All the while feeling like my head was being cleaved in two by gremlins sharing a dull axe.
I got my money, bought a bottle of whiskey for pain relief and climbed aboard a Trailways bus for the 96 hour trip back to Texas.
During a six hour lay over in Nashville, I was approached by a dirty haired girl with lithium starved eyes. She sat down next to me looked deep into my tortured soul, and asked "Can I sing to you?" She proceeded to sing me a song a cappella, to the quivering lump of pain that was me. Followed by another, and another, and another. I wish I could tell you that she had an angelic voice, that lifted me up and out of my misery. But alas, I cannot. Winos and Hobos were giving me sympathetic glances. Counting themselves lucky that she had found me rather than them. When the scratchy voice over the loud speakers called my bus to Dallas, no one was ever so happy as I to climb onto a stinking pissed stained bus.
36 more hours would find me in the sweet relief of a dentists chair.
Three months and three root canals later (I don't recommend going to dental schools for dental work. They are root canal happy) my step father who had told me I could stay at their place while I had my work done, came into my room and told me that I needed to take a job and start paying rent. That he felt I needed to learn responsibility. At this point I had been living on my own in New Orleans,taking care of myself since I was seventeen. I nodded and smiled as he left the room. I packed my back pack, and the next morning started hitchhiking toward the world of animation in the great state of California. I had three dollars cash, and a check for two hundred dollars that I'd earned for illustrating a book on Party Magic.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Louis C.K.
Why did the 4 babies get thrown out of the bar? Cause they're just 4 stupid fucking little babies. Shitty fucking babies.
I would never punt a baby, and in no way support anyone punting an actual baby.
I would never punt a baby, and in no way support anyone punting an actual baby.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Howard Stern's Squeaky Clean
Those of you that are on facebook have seen this. So those that haven't, the back story is that Howard had his yearly doctor probing scheduled. A joy that all past the age of 50, should get done. He told the story of making himself crap before he left his house, because the previous year he thught he saw a little brown on the doctors retreating glove. Worried that his butt wouldn't be fresh as a rose for his doctors finger, he strips off his pants, and ties his shirt up in the daisy duke fashion, climbs in the shower and proceeded to soap his ass. All the while worried that his gal Beth would come up stairs and discover his shame. His telling made me laughing so hard that I had to draw it.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Can't tell if that fella is blowing or sucking
sorry about the image quality lately. My scanner has crapped out so I'm having to shoot stuff with my phone.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
It's Good to Be King?
It was in the fifth year of his reign that Rodney realized
that being king of planet Rodney wasn't all he had hoped it would be.
that being king of planet Rodney wasn't all he had hoped it would be.
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