sorry, fellow 'midnight awesome-ers' about the hibernation. i lost my job, took a vacation, and have been job hunting. (in that order.) i didn't stop drawing. i have a stack of them here, waiting for your eyes to do what they do best. i just need to figure out how to get them into my computer now that i don't work next to a scanner.
but i can't leave you empty handed. these come to us from my good good pal, mellissa reeder. sources tell me that this ninja cat has been based on a true story.
thank you mellissa, for keeping the art flowing in these hard times. if you guys have anything, pwease, send them over : sonicfuzzmunki@gmail.com
graffiti. who gives a shit about it? there is so much graffiti in north hollywood. these b.a.m.f.'s waddle around in their cool clothes and scribble their "signature scribble" on a brick wall, or the ground, or a dumpster. "hey guys, this here dumpster is MYYY dumpster." there's an alley behind my apartment, and some guy wrote "our alley . . ." and then trailed off into some sig. scribb. . i'm debating writing is very clear letters "mine too, we are friends now." maybe a little winking smiley face. i'm gonna start tagging cool things, like tires, starbucks cups, dog turds and tennis balls. sleeping homeless ladies, bus drivers, flowers and roadkill. i already have a signature scribble. ok. here are a few others from the last day or so. . . .
* * *i dont condone words like these. i voted no on 8. it's the devil talking, thats all. . . .* * *
lastly, i leave you with some old papers i found in my box labeled "shit".