I've been getting out of Seattle alot lately.
There was Portland for a RAWK show where on the way
I hurt up my leg skateboading on my pal EGOs board with
the words "good times" painted across the grip tape. Then I
ate Pizza with Phillip who edits that awesome blade of the immortal
book for Dark horse. portland was rad.

Vancover was radder-er. The con put me up in a fancy hotel way up
on the 23rd floor so you could see all the way to god in the morning.
As soon as we got in the room filthy Rich ran out on the balcony and
EGO locked him out there. Rich being the classy dude that he is pressed
his nuts up against the glass Ego not to be defeated nutsacked the other side of the glass. Rich took a photo of the evil thing.
The awful thing is that in this close up blurred nut on glass art photo it;s so clear whos are whos. It was like that scene in the star trek movie where spoc is dying in a glass case and him and Kirk put their hands up against the glass visiting your babys daddy in prison style. "you are now and will always be ....my friend"

Later our con benifactor took us to a strip club that was like an article in Maximum--fuckin vaginaless fake ass strippers. I sat there with a scowel on my face the whole time. Ok --there was one girl that was good who had a evil kenivel outfit on when she came out. The whole thing felt like being in a gay bar where it's a bunch of clean cut dudes with their shirts tucked in and a couple girls all hussied up. They even played YMCA. strip clubs are hella "you go girl" The best moment was when Filthy Rich pissed off one of the girls by asking "what was your fake name again?"

After that we went to the sketiest street I've seen in my life. Serious.
in 2 blocks there were 3 independent  muttering dudes in wheel chairs
this awful baby woman with a pot belly screaming and the most broke down
hookers I've ever seen. Eventually we found an incredibly well lit bar with a bunch of old pirate looking dudes in the front and young fresh faced kids in the back. I played darts with a couple girls and was like "I don't want you ladies to get all star struck but I'm in town for a comic book convention, I also know alot about star trek" That didnt win them over--weird.
I sat with our benifacor hearing his stories of Moebius talking about how jerry louis is the child inside of all of us and how Steve rude refers to himself in the 3rd person "the dude wants another beer" Eventually I got an entire beer thrown on my lap by a drunk Justin "moritat" Norman.
I spent the rest of the trip with a nice beer scent.

The actual con was great. I sold all the Killed books I made got to meet up with some DA artists whos stuff I like and drew a couple skechbook pictures. Cons are always fun Corey the REy lewis is an amusing dude to watch hock his wares he kept saying this is my book PENG! the best kick ball comic ever--so i started telling people that my book was the worst kickball comic ever.

After the con we went to a fancy resterant with a waitress straight outa wet moon. I put my foot on Egos table and he threw my shoe in the street. I ignored it as cars raced within inches of it. zoom
eventully Justin walked up "is that someones shoe?" i stuck out my bare sock and i got my shoe back. smoth sailing.

man too much stuff happened.

The other thing that stuck out was Ego on the ride back feeding me these spicy round crackers and everytime he'd hand me one he'd say "body of EGO" we talked about going to communion and asking for sour cream jesus "you got like mesqite bbq jesus?"

it was fun we left yoshites james and marels up in that weird country.
and headed home.

life is full.
yup.