Monday, September 17, 2012

Re-Evaluating The Self.


























 Got a little antsy and made a lot of stickers that would all end up on poles along my morning commute. I'm sure all of them got taken down soon after.


























Its rare that Sam and I get to really go all out on a board, let alone a six foot tall board with hairy nutsack music notes nonetheless.
























 

























 Its been too long my good friend. Korean seafood pancake full of canned and fake crab meat just cooked enough to not cause food poisoning and cold beef noodle soup. This is the proper sendoff to for summer. Fuck yuppy block parties and bitch ass funnel cakes. 


























On the other hand, bone marrow from the Purple Pig is also a proper send off. I also spy some proper ass proscuitto as well.


























Oh hell naw, no he didn't. I did. Clams with merguez sausage in a spicy tomato sauce. Oh god this was so good. Alex Ayala and I basically went head to head ordering as much food from the weirdest parts of animals.


























Then I just went with my usual comforting salty cured meats. Sopressatas and proscuittos will win me over no matter the situation...I mean it. You can cut a finger off and if you presented an array of cured meats, I would forgive and eat with 9 fingers.


















 

























The night ended with us nicely buzzed and Ayala sneaking in a 6 pack of PBR and watching Big Trouble in Little China in a theater full of scumbags. This could go down as one of the best Thursdays I've had in a while. I also shit out like 6 animals and an adolescent the next morning.




















After work, I painted for some marketing company occupying that little triangle where all the homeless people eat pigeons and leer at women on Division and Ashland. It was a strange experience painting so out in the open like this but when you present a box of 35 montana cans and a 100 caps, I just start painting and don't ask questions.




















Went to bed at like 11:30 so that I can wake up and get my paint on at The Meeting of Styles in mahfuckin Englewood bitches!



























 Statik brought his ghetto Ikea shelving unit from his house. He usually files old buckets of chicken in those shelves.




















Aeros snappin as usual. He did a self portrait of himself passing a stone.





















6 hours in the sun later. My arm fucking killed but not enough from raping myself later.
























 





























This made me really excited for season 3 of The Walking Dead. It also made me strangely horny.


























Gangsta.




















French girls are pretty good at painting apparently.





















Jonski didn't skip a beat. This dude has always been dope since I became a fan in the early 90's. Very few people out there that just stay dope and keep getting better. What an asshole!




















This piece spoke to me and it told me that Che is played the fuck out. The zebra and the piece is dope though. Anyone know who did this?



















So Repos is notorious for taking forever to finish his pieces and for good reason. He has to eat tacos or some thing. At least the finished product is always dope. If he took forever and he sucked...those are grounds for making him eat raw kale.




















Labrat, another legend in the game that hasn't missed a beat with his painting skills. I hope to be this good when I'm a 60.


























I can't believe Arize isn't sponsored by Adidas yet. All of his awesome characters wear Adidas all the time and I think he deserves some socks or something.




















What can you say about Asend that hasn't been said of that boil on your genitalia?




















This made me want to go swimming in a public pool for some reason.


























This is up here but you know there is going to be that ONE person who is going to fuck it up for everyone by getting caught fucking a sheep or something in the back. 




















Yo, that's a shiny ass owl B.




















I could fucks with a Chachi piece. Always a fan of his style.




















I think Amuse did like 15 pieces this weekend. This is one of my favorite Sege pieces. These two have been murdering walls this year. I'm trying to catch up...these fools are schooling my ass. Fuck y'all.




















Cyfn and Migue showing us what interracial love is all about...inconvenience.


























This is what James Brown would look like as a smurf.




















CZR finally did that self portrait and he pretty much hit the nail on the head with this one.














































Looking forward to painting with this dude Komf in the near future. Been liking his stuff for a while.


























Seeing all of those minorities painting made me hungry for more salty meat and what better way to satiate my tastebuds than Publican Quality Meats?


























I think I sharted pretty hard during my visit.




















 Tuna muffalatta, and a lamb pork sausage on a lobster roll. I'm going to have to run a lot to work this off.




















Or my bro and I can go hit balls. I never realized how therapeutic the batting cages can be. You kind of forget about what makes you sad, angry, or frustrated and focus on trying to hit orange balls whipping near your nuts. I think I found my new therapist. Dr. Hutch.


























Drinking always helps too. This monstrosity was made by the homie Anthony over at High Dive. That white tongue is a thick slice of smoked gouda and it came complete with a maxi pad under the pint glass.




















Now this is a Sunday for me.




















When did kegs become decor? This is just wasteful and gratuitous. I remember hating kegs because of how heavy and inconvenient they were...nothing's changed and seeing them stacked like this make me think of one word - hoarder.

























Checked out the Fat Pour, another "craft" beer bar with 6984 taps at which 6983 of them suck. Quantity over quality here folks.I felt immediately uncomfortable and so unattractive so fast. This bar is more proof that Lincoln Park found a new home.

Word to your moms.

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