ShagmoorLounge

December 30, 2005

Good thing I don't celebrate Christmas. I had to fly standby to Austin and kick the motherfucking ass of the idiot who was trying to fuck me. Was he surprised to see me. Oh fucking well. It's one thing to tell a guy a bunch of bullshit over the net and to talk a bunch of shit on the phone, but it's a whole other thing when that guy's standing on your porch pounding on your door. I got his chick all freaked out, too. That was just a freebie. First I cut off all his shit so he was blind. Actually, GB did it just as I was getting on the plane. I figured he'd be all about fucked by the time I got there. He was. He shut the fuck right up and paid me like the good little client. Former client. I dumped his ass on some jackass burner I know of in Austin. I threw him all the codes and the template and told him to go figure it out. They deserve each other.

I got a nice present. While I was gone Little Eliza's parents ended up getting ahold of my wife for a night and screwed her head back on about bugging out to NYC. They both went to school there. They told her about the cold. They told her about the bumsicles. They told her about the ice skidding busses. They told her about the third rail and the tunnel dwellers. They told her about the trash barges and the black mold. They told her about the heat and the humidity. Heat's one thing, but humidity is a fucking bitch. They told her about the exploding manhole covers and the terrorist alarms and the train evacuations and the high-rise forests. Just to get her started. Then they told her about the fucking people.

New York is like the flipside of LA. It's too sunny here. It's like sunny almost all the fucking time. New Yorkers can't stand that shit. They love it real. That's why their winters are the harshest and the summers are the hottest. That's why some of the greatest shit in the world comes out of New York. But moving there in the middle of winter with no money is not a good idea when you could just as fucking easily move there in the Spring when you've got shitloads of dough to back you up. She could buy a place and set up her shop proper in some gentrifying hood once this lawyer chick does her shit and gets it all wrapped up.

I like Miss Dolittle's folks. They seem genuine. I better not find out something creepy about them later like that Mr. Do's been messing around or that Mrs Do. is a chick with a dick or anything like that. I'm half expecting it because everything comes off so smelling so minty fresh. I better not find out any wacky shit like that.

The Shadow knows 2:11 AM
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December 24, 2005

You know what I can't stand? I can't stand stupid motherfuckers who don't do a fucking thing they say they will. Cannot fucking stand idiot fucktard losers who talk mad shit all fucking day about how they're gonna to make it happen and then sure enough they lame out like a sick little bitch. I've been going around and around with this fucking loser in Austin, Texas who never does one fucking thing right. He fucks up every chance he gets. He lays awake at night thinking of new ways to fuck up. He fucks up by just glancing sideways. Now I have to get on a plane to Austin during Santa week just to show up at his door and kick his fucking ass. I'm gonna enjoy kicking it. I'm gonna put my foot so far up his fucktard ass I'll kick his teeth out while I'm at it. Goddam fucking loser retard. I hate motherfucking idiots. They remind too much of my dad.

The Shadow knows 12:21 AM
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December 22, 2005

I'm too tired to sleep. I've been running like a motherfucker these last few days. I've been all over SoCal to get everything together for this show. Too bad I'm not getting paid. The silkscreen project will have it's debut at the show. How do you like that? Yeah, well come and see it. Tell me what you think. Not because I actually give a shit, though. Just being polite.

Speaking of being polite, I pulled over today by a cop. He said he knows my dad. Big fucking deal. He noticed I wasn't too thrilled. Then he starts in with the whole, you know I could ticket you for not coming to a complete stop back there, but I'll let you go because you're the retard's kid. And I'm thinking the only reason he's letting me go is that I've seen him drunker than a sailor on leave vomiting his guts out in my da's backyard. Fuck him. I don't give a shit. He's part of the problem, not me.

I'm too tired to sleep. I don't even know why I'm blogging right now. I just can't wait for the 27th for Henry's show. Fuck all this holiday shit. Just get me to the 27th. I'm stoked.

The Shadow knows 3:15 AM
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December 16, 2005

Some joker signed me up as an interested party for a paranormal research group. Joke's on them. I'm up for it. I'll go into people's houses and debunk all that shit for them. I was looking into that bullshit when after the chicks freaked out last summer. It's bullshit. They see "orbs" in the pictures and they don't know it's just dust. They get EMF readings and they think it means a ghost is in the room. They're so stupid. I'll go in there and kick all their asses. If they want the truth, I'll give it to 'em. Free of charge, motherfuckers.

This happens to me every once in a while. People have sent morons, Mormons I mean, and JW's and magaziners to my door. I take care of 'em all. I had one time these fucking little retard kids coming around to sell magazines. I acted like I was a Jeffrey Dahmer and I started talking with a lisp and asking them if they wanted to come inside and see my basement. They literally ran out off my street. The morons are kind of dumb, but the JW's are stupid and evil. They rat on each other and shit. I don't like that shit.

I don't like people knocking on my door. It's dropped off a lot since I moved into the warehouse. I don't like that shit. I don't knock on anyone's door asking them if they need web services. Fuck that shit. Don't come here. You're uninvited.

This big fat show is a big fat pain. It's a lot of shit to get together. I hope my wife sells bank and comes home happy. That would be nice for a change.

The Shadow knows 9:37 PM
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December 10, 2005

Sitting here in GB's place waiting for him to get out of the shower. We both got inked today. Mine is on my right arm. It's a green dragon with wings. GB got color on the lettering on his back. Ran into an ex at the shop. What a fucking skank she's become. She's inked everywhere and it's not pretty. Plus she gained a lot of weight when she had her kid and she hasn't lost it yet. Some chicks look okay with some meat on their bones. If they curve in the right places. She's not one of those chicks. She was a total bitch when she saw us. Goth was so sick of her he finally told her to shut it so he could go to his happy place. That cracked up the whole shop.

We've been chickless all day. Feels like old times. Soon as he shits, showers, and shaves we're out of here. We have to meet up with everyone over the bridges. Some jack off in the Hills is having a rager and we have to make an appearance. Why? Because he needs webservices and has a nice big budget, that's why. Whores? Yes. But so are you, so fuck off and don't try to deny it.

The Shadow knows 12:37 AM
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December 07, 2005

Ran down to Loma Vista today to pick up some tamale's from this brujita I know of. She sold me two dozen for $15. While I was there I ran into Sleeves. He needs work. I've got some so I gave it to him. I'm in a limbo right now. I don't know if I'm staying or going. Depending on what my wife decides. If she goes, I'll go. If she stays, I'll stay. Whipped? Goddam fucking right I am.

I also got my palm read while I was there. She told me some whacky ass shit. I will have a child in two years. I will be "catapulted" into a new phase. I will have losses and gains. It could all be bullshit. She could have guessed all of it just by looking at me. Fuck it. Who cares?

We're almost ready for this big shindig at the doc's place. It should be a rockin' good time. I've set up some really cool light displays and I'm gonna boost a pattern on the walls and ceiling. I hope those fucktards that live upstairs stop by and have a heart attack each. Life is good. For some. For others, life sucks because they're poor. It's all okay. It's just life. We'll all end up at the same place anyway.

The Shadow knows 8:13 PM
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December 03, 2005

I'm waiting for my wife and the Yugo to get here. We're working on their show. It'll be a good show. I did the flyers and we've been papering everywhere. You should all come. It'll be good food and fun and music and crazy people and fashion and all that kind of shit.

I think my wife is leaving me. She wants to go live in New York. She and the Yugo want to try opening a shop in Williamsburg or something while she tries to get into school. I can't stop her from going. If she goes, will I follow? I told her to just open a shop in LA, but she thinks she needs to be in New York. I tried to tell her how cold it gets out there, but she thinks she wants to go. I can't tell her no. If she wants to go I'll help her pack, but I don't think it's the right thing to do. It's cold and mean in New York. I don't think she'll be able to handle it. My wife's a tough chick, but I think she's just sick of California because it's saturated with assholes. New York is saturated with assholes, too. Just differently.

If she goes will I go, too? I could do my job anywhere. I get accounts on the East Coast. But I like my sunshine. I like my scene. There's a lot going on here and I feel like I'm in the right place at the right time. What the fuck ever. I don't give a shit. She doesn't know what she wants to do yet. Maybe she doesn't even want me to go.

The Shadow knows 9:48 PM
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