Drawn, Hung, Quartered
Shot, stabbed, poisoned, etc. Thusly, Vigo was killed.
Hung.
Not William Hung.
Bolo Yeung?
NO.
Hung. As in... the art show at the Other Side Cafe Tonight at 9 pm is hung. Thank Christ.
Me and Jenny were there from midnight to 2:30 am hanging shit with crappy wire and crappy hooks.
I'm running on three hours sleep.
Later on...get out of work at 4.
Go to RAOV practice.
Go to art opening.
Hope to see you there.
If anyone is a George Romero fan you should come. I'm going to be a fucking zombie for sure.
Hung.
Not William Hung.
Bolo Yeung?
NO.
Hung. As in... the art show at the Other Side Cafe Tonight at 9 pm is hung. Thank Christ.
Me and Jenny were there from midnight to 2:30 am hanging shit with crappy wire and crappy hooks.
I'm running on three hours sleep.
Later on...get out of work at 4.
Go to RAOV practice.
Go to art opening.
Hope to see you there.
If anyone is a George Romero fan you should come. I'm going to be a fucking zombie for sure.
posted by Hooker at 9:29 AM
4 Comments:
Wasn't Bolo Yeung in a few of the Jean Claude Van Damme movies?
I'm really looking forward for you to be holding up a few walls tonight. Looking forward to your show tonight!
My head doesn't work. I feel like Roth's bag of poop sidekick.h
Braaaains!!!!!!
Hey so, congrats!
You know, I was in Bostonia a few months ago for work. I bought what is now my favourite t-shirt (it has a panther on it) at that fantastic comic book shop on Newbury (which everyone pronounced Newberry), which I think is near where your show is. I think. Anyway, I was really drunk after a REALLY long day, Romero material myself, and in this state my coworker friend and I thought that the bumper sticker that said "Ass, Gas or Grass, No One Rides For Free" was the funniest thing we'd ever seen, even though we were both already familiar with the expression. (So you can imagine how wrecked we were.) Maybe it was extra funny imagining it on my notoriously bitch car. Or knowing how poorly that would go over in this town we live in.
The next day we found that weird shop on Newbury with no sign out front where the guy has just random creepy shit on the walls, like dolls' heads and occult stuff and statues from churches with bleeding eyes. I had a nice chat with him. He seemed fine.
Anyway, have I mentioned I like how people in America have funny accents and pronounce things all wrong? Well I do.
it was awesome. large scale is amazing. also amazing: i made it out of there without hitting my head.
hit me up if your weekend plans materialize.
btw, i'm still trying to come up with a photo of my grandparents (or maybe just one) to commission a lil painting.
[rena]
p.s. i hope you get a sufficient quantity of sleep tonight so that you don't dump tea on yourself tomorrow.
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