Happy Halloween

Sucks I'll be at work while all the little kids will be going around house to house taking food from strangers. If I was home tonight I think it'd be cool to dig a hole in the yard and pop out of it every time visitors come to the door. But I wouldn't be dressed like a zombie. I'd be dressed like Bruce Villanche. I saw him at a Roy Rogers in New Jersey once while my band was on tour. He's a hulking monster who's breathing sounds like a bellows full of pudding. He has the same silhouette as Gossimer, the monster who wears Chuck Taylors from Looney Tunes. He got out of a limo and grabbed a grease sack from Roy Rogers and waddled back into the limo. I was sitting there with my bass player James who was snapping his fingers in thought trying to remember where he knew that guy from. I blurted "Bruce Villanche" just as Bruce's assistant slinked over to us. "Do you know who that is? He's a comedy writer. He's a brilliant man." Shut up, asslicker.

Anyways.... I won't be here tonight. I'll be putzing around at work like a boring douf. But that's alright. I've made some headway on the current white whale of all my current painting commissions: Lewis' skyline. Here's another shot of it.