Friday night picture blog

Remember when 

And then I cut it all off?

And my friends were all 

I had this idea

But realistically 

Well it's finally growing back...

Hey

Hi

How you doin'?

Shot those pics yesterday. Yup still grey. Streaks of platinum. Still my natural hair color. Never coloring it again. Because no one cares what I look like especially when drawing things like this. 

Long time childhood friends Chris (and co.) came down from the Bay area to celebrate Chris's birthday. And as we kicked off our shoes to sit in the tea room, in this quaint Little Japantown restaurant, I was not the least bit comfortable on a flat little cushion sitting cross legged at a table no more than 6 inches high. Sitting in a tea room, great. Sitting cross legged, awesome. Sitting in a tea room cross legged at a tiny table, um, no.       

I have no quarrel with aging gracefully. None. Do I still run and watch my weight, of course. I want to keep the machine running at 100%, or as close to it, for as long as I can. And I get that people are used to seeing you a certain way, but that image doesn't last, not for anyone. I'm lucky, I have good skin, but at my age, as an artist I love his 6-pack abs and bulging muscles, as an artist, you're a visual dream, as a person, I'm more into what my friend Brian, is doing in the Bay area with his drones. https://youtu.be/cIhZRmgsfIc

   The last time I had sex? How long has it been? It's embarrassing how long its been. And not for lack of wanting either. Still rubbing one out at least six times a week. But it's usually in the middle of the night, and shamefully I rather enjoy just rubbing one out, and then rolling over and going back to sleep. 

I have no idea how some people do the parties, clubs, and events every weekend. I'm single with no kids, and I have no time. Right now I'm house/pet sitting a gorgeous ginger kitty, and seeing a loved one's master bathroom being remodeled from the floor up while he's taking a much needed sabbatical in Spain. I'm working. I'm drawing a new piece called 'Rise'. I'm trying to file my current works of art scattered all over my apartment. I'm making time for my friends and loved ones. 

"Hey (Simone) where are your children?"

Fuck if I know. 

And that's mostly why I don't have any. That would be my answer. I have no time for children. It's unfair to have a dog if you can't devote a chunk of your day to it. Know what I mean?

My parents didn't have time for kids either but I grew up in a beautiful crime free small town. Times were different then. 

Still, I remember when

Good times. Lets do that again?