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Selectric II Death

Classic Dr. Gonzo image I had to share.

Work....the other four letter word

Perhaps the worst part of Sundays is knowing that in a few short hours it's back to the grind of work. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I should be grateful. As a Project Manager for a large landscape company serving the Washington, DC Metro area, I get to a lot of interesting places and met different people everyday. This picture was taken in S.W. DC just a block away form the new Washington Nationals Baseball stadium. I'll be standing in this exact spot tomorrow to finish this job then it's off to points unknown for the next challenge.

tit for tat

C'est moi on me first day at da old maison de ecole back in the frozen nort country der eh?

From childhood to....whatever

As a child lion tamer, my life was fraught with fear and excitement all rolled into one. I had that job with Barnum before he met Bailey as we toured Nebraska and Kansas fairgrounds and revival tent meetings.

My next job was a Calvin Kline underwear model for kids until that darn Brooke Shields showed up at 13 and showed the world that kids don't need to wear underwear. Then as a freckled faced boy with blonde eyes and blue hair, I was a spokesman for Clearasil. (see first hint of acne). I grew weary of the long hours and decided to become an artist with a flair for the absurd. This photo was taken of me by the famous photographer Vincent La Juan Perrie in 1970. I often think about my life and reflect on all the changes that have come along. Girls, dope, friends, motorcycles and hot and cold pressed art board, god, it's a wonder I can think at all. When asked about my past I simply smile and say, "I wonder if fish ever get tired of eating seafood?"

Why I don't ride

I love motorcycles. As long as they aren't Harleys riding right next to me -- I'm sorry, but that "Trademark Harley Sound" hurts my ears. I understand the reason for it. Sort of. And my apologies to Harley riders everywhere.

But that's neither here nor there... (Well, technically, "everywhere" is both here and there.)....

Anyway, the above photo is from the last time I rode a motorcycle. Note to self. When escaping the Nazis on a stolen motorcycle, keep away from sharp objects and barbed wire.

When they made a movie of our life

Only the good doctor...

Only Hunter Thompson could pull off wearing knee-high sweat socks on a Harley and make it somehow look cool. The dude wasn't exactly a fashion maven, but as I was looking through some photos on the Hunter S Thompson page on Facebook, I realize that he's the reason I've still got a closet full of Hawaiian shirts.

Jobs we really had that in retrospect kind of sucked.

I was a graphic artist for nearly 20 years.

Yeah. Not so much.