Started a new drawing tonight. I like the way it has started out, still has quite a long way to go until I'm going to be really happy with it...
Her: You think we will do this again?
Him: That’s entirely up to you.
Her: Really?
Him: I don’t think you realize, that when it comes to you and me, you have always held all the cards.
Her: What do you mean?
Him: It’s simple. You lead and I follow, it’s always been that way.
Her: No it hasn’t.
Him: Of course it has. You are the only person who has ever had that effect on me. If you were to say right now, that you wanted us to get back together, there is no question what I would say.
Her: So, what would you say?
Him: Are you saying you want to get back together?
Her: I’m asking what you would say.
Him: Just because you hold all the cards, doesn’t mean that I’m willing to show mine.
She smiles at him as he turns and walks to his car.
Him: That’s entirely up to you.
Her: Really?
Him: I don’t think you realize, that when it comes to you and me, you have always held all the cards.
Her: What do you mean?
Him: It’s simple. You lead and I follow, it’s always been that way.
Her: No it hasn’t.
Him: Of course it has. You are the only person who has ever had that effect on me. If you were to say right now, that you wanted us to get back together, there is no question what I would say.
Her: So, what would you say?
Him: Are you saying you want to get back together?
Her: I’m asking what you would say.
Him: Just because you hold all the cards, doesn’t mean that I’m willing to show mine.
She smiles at him as he turns and walks to his car.
Yesterday was New Ink Day. I always look forward to that day. Here is the result. This is the first one that I designed, so it has a little extra special meaning to me...
Got a new tattoo design on the paper, just have to take it in to my artist. I love when new ink day arrives...
ATTENTION: Everyone in the Denver Colorado area. A prayer vigil is being held for the victims of the Aurora Shootings. Westboro Baptist Church is planning on protesting this vigil. The Denver Comic Con is participating in the vigil and trying to form a Wall of Love, that is very similar to what the students at Texas A&M did when Westboro was going to go there to protest a soldiers funeral.
Spread the word to anyone you can, to go out and help make the Wall of Love possible.
Spread the word to anyone you can, to go out and help make the Wall of Love possible.
The Rain
I try to resist. I walked away, I kept my distance, but with the smallest effort, you can pull me back in. I think, that is what bothers me the most, the way that I lose all control when it comes to you. I was fine living with my lost hope. My days were filled with the certainty that comes with having no hope It is a very complacent place, where the only expectations that you have to meet are your own. There is a tranquility that comes with the thought of “that’s all there really is”, but that can all change in an instant.
I always had this feeling, that whenever I was lost, I always knew that I could find myself in you. When you were gone, I became lost. I stayed lost, and I began to enjoy being lost. Being lost, became a warm blanket on a cold dark night. It was sitting in the car as the rain came down, and your favorite song played on the radio.
There you were, standing in front of me once again. I looked into your eyes, and that part of me that was lost, came running at full speed into being found. Being found, can be full of confusion, it can full you into believing in hope. The safety of being alone, means not getting hurt, where as being found has no safety, no promises, it only has chances. Do I, don’t I. Will I, won’t I. If, then what. All choices with consequences.
Where do I go from here? There is an insanity that goes with being a pert of something. We always feel like the insanity comes, when bonds are broken, but it is the loss of insanity that makes us mad. The madness overcomes us and plummets us into control. You never see it that way at the time, but that is exactly what happens. Only when we lose ourselves, can we see who we truly are. Then and only then, are we in control of who we are. We build the walls that create the foundation of who we will become. Only to have someone pick a small hole, and those walls come crashing down.
With the walls shattered, I stand before you now, looking into your eyes, and finding myself once again, and a smile crosses my face. The smile that comes from someone, that has truly gone insane.
I try to resist. I walked away, I kept my distance, but with the smallest effort, you can pull me back in. I think, that is what bothers me the most, the way that I lose all control when it comes to you. I was fine living with my lost hope. My days were filled with the certainty that comes with having no hope It is a very complacent place, where the only expectations that you have to meet are your own. There is a tranquility that comes with the thought of “that’s all there really is”, but that can all change in an instant.
I always had this feeling, that whenever I was lost, I always knew that I could find myself in you. When you were gone, I became lost. I stayed lost, and I began to enjoy being lost. Being lost, became a warm blanket on a cold dark night. It was sitting in the car as the rain came down, and your favorite song played on the radio.
There you were, standing in front of me once again. I looked into your eyes, and that part of me that was lost, came running at full speed into being found. Being found, can be full of confusion, it can full you into believing in hope. The safety of being alone, means not getting hurt, where as being found has no safety, no promises, it only has chances. Do I, don’t I. Will I, won’t I. If, then what. All choices with consequences.
Where do I go from here? There is an insanity that goes with being a pert of something. We always feel like the insanity comes, when bonds are broken, but it is the loss of insanity that makes us mad. The madness overcomes us and plummets us into control. You never see it that way at the time, but that is exactly what happens. Only when we lose ourselves, can we see who we truly are. Then and only then, are we in control of who we are. We build the walls that create the foundation of who we will become. Only to have someone pick a small hole, and those walls come crashing down.
With the walls shattered, I stand before you now, looking into your eyes, and finding myself once again, and a smile crosses my face. The smile that comes from someone, that has truly gone insane.
Getting more work today on my Fluer De Lis. If I get a chance, I'll post some pictures up later...
Update:
Update:
The Amazing Adventures of Special-K & T-LIcious
The sun rises once again on what will be another amazing adventure at the World of Beer.
“Oh really? Anything like the last so called amazing adventure? I thought that one was pretty boring.”
Hey, Who’s writing this? Huh?
“Okay, okay, I see your point. It must seem amazing to you, and you are the one writing it. I’ll just sit here and wait until it’s done to laugh at it?”
You’re a real dick. Shut it! No one asked your for your opinion, now where was I? Oh yeah, the sun rising and all.
Our wonder twins of WOB, seem to have gone missing in action. They haven’t been seen in a few weeks. rumor has it, that they went to the left coast to watch their favorite team for spring training.
I hope they didn’t run into any rabid Red Sox fans. things could get pretty ugly.
Just as I write these last few words our tempestuous titans of total annihilation burst through the doors, hooting and hollering about the knock-down, drag out time they had in Tampa.
There were tales of Special-K knocking one over the left field fence. Turns out, it was a loud mouthed fan. Another tale told of T-LIcious getting so red-faced arguing with a female Big Papi fan, that she ripped her head off, and threw it out as the first pitch. Derek Jeter was quite surprised when it landed with a splat in his glove, but I’m not here to tell you stores that I’ve heard, I’m hear to tell you about stories that I’ve seen. A voyeuristic verbalist if you will.
As always, the crowd at the WOB is boisterous but attentive when listening to the salacious shenanigans of K&T. Everyone that is, except for one hidden, yet somewhat familiar face. Sitting in the corner under the lowered ceiling is a brooding figure, paying what seemed to be a passing disinterest to our duo. A voice booms from the shadowy figure.
“I see you two are up to your same old methods of mayhem.”
What? Who is that? Why don’t you step out here bro?” Says K.
The figure slowly stands up and walks to unveil himself. “Could it be? Could it really be their old nemesis, the Keginator?”
“Now who the hell was that?” Blurts out K with confusion filling his voice.
“Who the hell was what?” Asks the Keginator.
“That voice that was asking if that was really you?”
“Oh yeah, I did hear that.”
I slowly shrunk back into the shadows of the boughs of WOB.
“It was Greg, I recognize his voice.” Declared T.
“Hey, what are you doing up there bro?
Knowing full well that my cover had been blown, I proudly walk back to the edge of the balcony. “Someone has to write this stuff down. I just happen to narrate out
loud when it seems like it’s going to be really good.” I see a look of shock roll across the faces in the crowd. Stunned by my voice and my appearance above them. “ I stand before them like a God, witnessing their folly as they go about their mundane little lives.”
“Dude, that was out loud again. You really need to get a grasp on this.” Special-K said with a chuckle.
“Yeah Greggy, Have you been drinking, You aren’t usually like this.” Asks a reserved T-LIcious.
Seeing my opportunity to get out of an awkward situation, I simply say “Yesh”. With that the crowd turns their attention to the melee that is about to begin. I think I’ll make a point to remember not to move my mouth when I narrate in my head.
***
The crowd slowly tightens around K&T and the Keginator. The tension is as thick as the head on a good stout. The foes begin to circle one another. They eye each other with a ferocity that is only seen in the wild. All three rear back and throw their right fists at each other, and clash with what must be a cosmic collision, but no deafening sound of skin being battered by fists comes. Their hands came together, one lying on top of the other. All of a sudden their heads fling up with wild smiles on their faces, their left hands rise into jazz fingers, and they begin to skip as if going around a maypole. The crowd leaps back in astonishment. How could these bitter rivals being dancing with one another?
“WHAT THE?” Exclaims the crowd in unison. “WHAT’S GOING ON?” Up is down, down is up, cat’s are loving dogs. The world must be at an end. A riotous burst of laughter erupts from the three dancers.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”.
“Sorry everybody, we had this whole thing planned.” Says Keginator in a still laughing but somewhat remorseful tone. “Ever since these two kicked my tail, and had me arrested, I’ve been doing a lot of changing. The one thing that I learned, is that it is much better too share a good beer with many, than it is too try and take it for yourself.”
The crowd has an even more perplexed look on it’s face. You can see the question align on everyone’s face at the same time, only one person verbalizes it.
“How did you guys even get together to plan this?” Said Jeffy, a wily white-haired Beer God.
“Very good question Jeffy.” Says T. “We weren’t at spring training, we were actually at the prison helping Ol’ Keggy out. The Warden had seen a great deal of change in him, since he went in, and he thought that if we went in and made friends with him, that he would have a complete turn around.”
“And he totally did. Right Bro” Exclaimed K while reaching up and high-fiving Ol’ Keggy.
“That I did. I finally saw the error of my ways, and I hope to hang-out here as a patron rather than a thief. Maybe one day, I can be a Beer God too.”
With that, everyone in the bar cheered and each one made their way to Keg and welcomed him to the WOB. The End...
Ok, that’s not really the end. Hell, I haven’t even gotten to K&T’s dog, When they moved into the WOB, and how T got her costume, but that is for another time.
The sun rises once again on what will be another amazing adventure at the World of Beer.
“Oh really? Anything like the last so called amazing adventure? I thought that one was pretty boring.”
Hey, Who’s writing this? Huh?
“Okay, okay, I see your point. It must seem amazing to you, and you are the one writing it. I’ll just sit here and wait until it’s done to laugh at it?”
You’re a real dick. Shut it! No one asked your for your opinion, now where was I? Oh yeah, the sun rising and all.
Our wonder twins of WOB, seem to have gone missing in action. They haven’t been seen in a few weeks. rumor has it, that they went to the left coast to watch their favorite team for spring training.
I hope they didn’t run into any rabid Red Sox fans. things could get pretty ugly.
Just as I write these last few words our tempestuous titans of total annihilation burst through the doors, hooting and hollering about the knock-down, drag out time they had in Tampa.
There were tales of Special-K knocking one over the left field fence. Turns out, it was a loud mouthed fan. Another tale told of T-LIcious getting so red-faced arguing with a female Big Papi fan, that she ripped her head off, and threw it out as the first pitch. Derek Jeter was quite surprised when it landed with a splat in his glove, but I’m not here to tell you stores that I’ve heard, I’m hear to tell you about stories that I’ve seen. A voyeuristic verbalist if you will.
As always, the crowd at the WOB is boisterous but attentive when listening to the salacious shenanigans of K&T. Everyone that is, except for one hidden, yet somewhat familiar face. Sitting in the corner under the lowered ceiling is a brooding figure, paying what seemed to be a passing disinterest to our duo. A voice booms from the shadowy figure.
“I see you two are up to your same old methods of mayhem.”
What? Who is that? Why don’t you step out here bro?” Says K.
The figure slowly stands up and walks to unveil himself. “Could it be? Could it really be their old nemesis, the Keginator?”
“Now who the hell was that?” Blurts out K with confusion filling his voice.
“Who the hell was what?” Asks the Keginator.
“That voice that was asking if that was really you?”
“Oh yeah, I did hear that.”
I slowly shrunk back into the shadows of the boughs of WOB.
“It was Greg, I recognize his voice.” Declared T.
“Hey, what are you doing up there bro?
Knowing full well that my cover had been blown, I proudly walk back to the edge of the balcony. “Someone has to write this stuff down. I just happen to narrate out
loud when it seems like it’s going to be really good.” I see a look of shock roll across the faces in the crowd. Stunned by my voice and my appearance above them. “ I stand before them like a God, witnessing their folly as they go about their mundane little lives.”
“Dude, that was out loud again. You really need to get a grasp on this.” Special-K said with a chuckle.
“Yeah Greggy, Have you been drinking, You aren’t usually like this.” Asks a reserved T-LIcious.
Seeing my opportunity to get out of an awkward situation, I simply say “Yesh”. With that the crowd turns their attention to the melee that is about to begin. I think I’ll make a point to remember not to move my mouth when I narrate in my head.
***
The crowd slowly tightens around K&T and the Keginator. The tension is as thick as the head on a good stout. The foes begin to circle one another. They eye each other with a ferocity that is only seen in the wild. All three rear back and throw their right fists at each other, and clash with what must be a cosmic collision, but no deafening sound of skin being battered by fists comes. Their hands came together, one lying on top of the other. All of a sudden their heads fling up with wild smiles on their faces, their left hands rise into jazz fingers, and they begin to skip as if going around a maypole. The crowd leaps back in astonishment. How could these bitter rivals being dancing with one another?
“WHAT THE?” Exclaims the crowd in unison. “WHAT’S GOING ON?” Up is down, down is up, cat’s are loving dogs. The world must be at an end. A riotous burst of laughter erupts from the three dancers.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”.
“Sorry everybody, we had this whole thing planned.” Says Keginator in a still laughing but somewhat remorseful tone. “Ever since these two kicked my tail, and had me arrested, I’ve been doing a lot of changing. The one thing that I learned, is that it is much better too share a good beer with many, than it is too try and take it for yourself.”
The crowd has an even more perplexed look on it’s face. You can see the question align on everyone’s face at the same time, only one person verbalizes it.
“How did you guys even get together to plan this?” Said Jeffy, a wily white-haired Beer God.
“Very good question Jeffy.” Says T. “We weren’t at spring training, we were actually at the prison helping Ol’ Keggy out. The Warden had seen a great deal of change in him, since he went in, and he thought that if we went in and made friends with him, that he would have a complete turn around.”
“And he totally did. Right Bro” Exclaimed K while reaching up and high-fiving Ol’ Keggy.
“That I did. I finally saw the error of my ways, and I hope to hang-out here as a patron rather than a thief. Maybe one day, I can be a Beer God too.”
With that, everyone in the bar cheered and each one made their way to Keg and welcomed him to the WOB. The End...
Ok, that’s not really the end. Hell, I haven’t even gotten to K&T’s dog, When they moved into the WOB, and how T got her costume, but that is for another time.
After years of watching friends of mine enjoy the world of art. I decided that it was time for me to give it a try. this is actually the first sketch that I have attempted since I was a kid. I have a long, long way to go, but I think this isn't bad for a first attempt. This is somewhat the image I see in my mind of the cover of the book that I'm writing. There is more to be done to it, but I'm not ready to be that adventurous yet... 
The sun rises on what appears to be another beautiful day. She lies just on the cusp of waking, not realizing the dramatic turn of events that are about to change her entire life, and they aren't all for the better...
