"I put my thing down flip it and reverse it."

It's 3:40 and i'm alone, sitting in my underwear, drinking rum and coke, wanting to fall asleep. I went to 2 house parties tonight. The first one was my friends that have been living at their joint for the past 3 years and have built some great memories there. They're heading out and going their own ways at the end of the month, so it was kind of sad that the chapter was ending. The 2nd one I had to wait for TWO of my ex-girlfriends to leave before I could go, 'cause that would have been bad news. Work is starting to get a little better, more walk in traffic and shit. I went to Baltimore to visit and ride my bike. It was awesome. Saw the red sox at camden yards. Saw MC Chris. Great weekend, even if I drove 11 hours to get there. Holding my breathe and getting rid of shit.

I am indeed intoxicated, as I fall into the world of internet blogging. I've been biking everywhere lately, I love it, a lot. I'm back to drinking by myself 'till 3-4 in the morning, sitting in my chair, drunk, blank stare, and over analyzing things, unappreciative I what I have earned. Picturing myself 10 years from now, picturing myself 10 years ago. I stump myself every other year or so. I go into work reeking of the alcohol i've consumed the night before with the bitter taste of saliva in my mouth. I'm becoming accustomed to it. I rode my bicycle by one of my old apartments. The one I shared right before I moved to Oregon. It came rushing back , how I fucked that one up. When I ride my bike the reminiscent smells of cold air and fresh cut lawns while riding a bike at 15 fill my nose. I imagine myself pedaling back to my parents house down Mammoth Rd. ,and pedaling extra hard through the one stretch of marsh that wasn't illuminated by yellow tinted street lights. Who even knows what i'm doing.........i'll figure it out I guess.

I'm so lazy like, so lazy! This city is draining me, but my mustache gives me the power to move on with everyday, but it's starting to go into my mouth now, and that's not cool . I miss having a couch. I miss falling asleep drunk on it, or just drifting off while watching t.v. I have a million sketches around that I haven't painted yet. Last Sunday at the park mr friend Ian and I had a photo shoot at the skatepark. This kid Joe N. (prob one of the best bikers i've ever seen) took the photos w. a digital Rebel. It was a bunch of fun. My knee is rocked out. When it rains or is cold i'm in immense amounts of pain. Sometimes when I move to quickly I get a sharp concentrated pain in my lower back. I think I may have pinched a nerve or something when I fell the 6-7 ft. straight onto my back off the quarter pipe. I need insurance,now. I'm also addicted to soda again. Carlton,Lihn, Justin and myself are off to the NYC comic con in like 18 days. I'm so stoked. Hammer time.

Here's the update - My road trip was so awesome. I feel so appreciative I did what every young adult dreams of doing. I saw the coolest sights and hung out with awesome people. I did all the touristy spots and not so touristy spots. During the 18 hr. drives it gave me much time to think, and sometimes even reflect. The trip definitely reenforced that I need to be in a be living in a city better than Manch, which hopefully I won't be that far on. Check out the trusty myspace for some pictures. My love life still sits on my shoulders, but I have way more to think about than expandable relationships. Still skating Rye every Sunday which is totally boss. Been drawing a bunch for some up coming paintings. Mr. Momo is still the coolest cat ever. I just purchased a Mini Dv camcorder to get back on the filming tip. I filmed a little bit last sunday at the park, and i'm pretty fucking rusty. It's been like 8 years since i've filmed. I'm stoked to get some editing and shit. Speaking of stoked my mustache is so on point. I can see it in my peripheral now. I made out Ok this year salary wise, which means the IRS will be trying to fuck me in the ass. I missed 2 of the local Buddhist pseudo Sanghas so i'm kind of excited to get back to that also. My homeboy Carlton and I also won a local Call of Duty 4 tournament. We fucking owned. Someone asked me to dj a 2 day out door rave in July, i'm very hesitant on the idea. So my life is busy and packed, but still moving on, still staying young.

4 days and counting before I hit the open road. I need this bad. This will either make me love NH more or make me want to peace out more. I've become so lazy in the past few months. I barely have been painting. I play video games way to much. At least my house has been clean. Whatever - I know it comes and goes in spurts. Only thing I look forward to every week in going to skate at Rye. Never thought i'd be rollerblading again, but I am - and loving it more than ever. All the kids at the park are young, but they shred and that amps me to shred. Doing a lot of custom tattoos at work, which makes tattooing way more enjoyable. anyways i'm going to bed - look out here comes the rat tail.

So for the 2 of you that still read this (Jesse and Mary) here's whats up.

-My new thing that I want now is a used single speed road bike. I'm dying for one and I want it bad.
-Getting stoked for Jesse and Rory to come back for the holiday season so I can ride with them. Jesse and I always talked about snowboarding but have never riden together. It'll be rad.
-I got a sweet new tattoo.
-I have insomnia - I dont go to bed 'till like 4-5 a.m.
-I'm gonna hopefully put out a bunch of new shit for the holiday season. Hopefully some sells and i'll start promoting myself as an artist again instead of playing halo3 and COD 4 all the fucking time.




Stay Young. and breezy.

The other day i went to pay my respect to some family members that have passed. I looked at the other lplots that were waiting to be occupied by the rest of my family. It was disturbing. I'm trying to come to terms with letting go of life. I also noticed that next to my great grandmother's plot was a lady's plot that was empty, like no one has gone to see her in a while. I looked at the rest of the graveyard filled with flowers and flags to honor veterans. I felt bad and wanted to leave something on her stone, but i didn't. Maybe she wanted to be left alone, and who was I to disturb that - or what ever reason there was nothing on her stone.

On the other hand I applied for a 2nd job. The interview was wierd - haven't done one of them in forever. I think I came off over-confident and cocky. Oh well, see what happens. Someone also tipped me with a Nintendo DS. It's an old one but who gives a fuck. I'm wicked stoked about it.

If you haven't seen it yet, ask me about my mustache.

In the top news of Jake T. -

Halo 3 quite possibly is one of the best things ever next to crack cocaine. It really is. The rumors are true, i have been rollerblading again a little bit with some friends. Although it hurts a lot more than 6 years ago. I went to see Minus the Bear and it was awesome. I even got rid of my extra ticket out side for enough to cover the ticket and get some food off the McD's dollar menu. I also now gained a couch/futon in my living room now. It's comfy as all hell and makes being lazy extra easy. I need a vacation soon. Hopefully i'll be going on a excursion for my b-day, but I need a real vacation. I'm thikinng AZ or PDX. It's late. I'm out.

its been a long ass time since i've been on this site. but anyways - alot has changed once again and all is good. Fall time.

SO 2 Stories. Both do with my job.

1. So I was tattooing this 40's pin up chik on this kids sideplate - and he goes "Man i've wanted a pin-up chick every since i saw Pete&Pete on snick." I was like "Man, that the best 'why I got this tattoo' story ever.

I'll post a pic when it's finished.


2. We got a new mail man at work. Sometimes i'll go out and get it beofre he puts it in the box, so I don't have to unlock it. So i walk out and I go "hello". He Hands me the mail, I look at it. Its for the chinese resturaunt Hong Kong Taste. I stand there and I go - "This isn't mine". He replies "Hong Kong Taste, right?" I go ," No- Creepy Creations" He says, "Ohhhhhhh....."

Today my cat Momo went and got groomed, he smells fresh and's pimpin'.

The real question here is - How many shamrocks and clovers can I tattoo in one month???

I went to give my annual call to a good childhood friend only for his mother to tell me that he died last month. Came to find out he overdoesed.

This is my first finished piece of 2007 - it's kinda sad it took this long to produce. Sorry the lighting on it sucks.


"We Destroyed It"
2007
Acrylic, Aerosol, & Opaque Marker on Handi Panel (MDF).

So, here's a bunch of fucking pictures from the Gimmesheleter art show, Chinese New Years, and just picks of kickin' it. It was a fun time.











That's me there.



They didn't fuck around when it came to the beverages at the show. Right up my alley.




Cody & Como - Ferris Bueller style.





At BARCADE, a vintage arcade with a bar somewhere in Brooklyn (I think). Nice chest hair. Looking the fucking yeah dude in the background.



So we got lost @ 4 a.m. We took the E all the fucking way to EBF Queens and got off the train 'cause some fucking lady was screaming at the top of her lungs about "The Children, Jamaica, And Jesus". Not to mention we just drank a warm ass, flat pitcher of PBR at this fucking dive bar. This is what the event made Jessie and I look like. NOT GOOD.



You can get McD's Delivered in NY!!



Jessie got her knuckles done and I got my fingers.............maybe not.

names have been changed to protect the innocent.


BreakRobots (10:32:55 AM): oh dude
BreakRobots (10:32:59 AM): i forgot to bring up
BreakRobots (10:33:11 AM): i just remembered yesterday about how that wiatress at the yee dissed you
BreakRobots (10:33:54 AM): pa pa pa played
thatnoise (10:35:11 AM): fuck you asshole
thatnoise (10:35:12 AM): damn
thatnoise (10:35:16 AM): she had a fat ass too
thatnoise (10:35:21 AM): i was so unsure
thatnoise (10:35:26 AM): its been a while
BreakRobots (10:37:14 AM): yo your game is weak son
BreakRobots (10:37:30 AM): myabe you should try to stop womanizing
BreakRobots (10:38:08 AM): and hatin'

This is one of my walls at the good ol' tattoo shop. Mostly Dunnys and fatcaps w/ a few other things like a teddy trooper. The pictureS suck balls - but i'm sure you can get the idea.

Not really sure on any of the details - but it looks like i'll be in Dover tomorrow (weds. 12/28) night jammin' out some house tunes. I'm stoked and I hope to see some familiar cats in the crowd.


Where: Mojitos
89 washington st.
Dover, NH 03820
US

not sure of the time and what not, but go bother mr. Dj Frydae @ http://www.myspace.com/djfrydae - he has all the details somewhere.............

when I get 'em i'll repost.




- That's what's on the mighty myspace. I haven't played in a while, but I have a free bar tab & when I drink and play I think I do OK. So come on out and dance. I don't even think I remember 1/2 my tracks. Who knows......I may even scratch a little bit.........

It's 3:20 in the a.m. I'm so frustrated right now that i'm actually up using this. For the last 3 months I haven't been able to produce a single painting. I get all my shit out, get a concept - start - then hate the fucking thing. The end result is me destroying it, restarting it w/ a fresh coat of gesso, leaving it somewhere where I won't find it, or just quiting and getting ripped out. I've had blocks before - but this sucks. I could just pump out mediocre stuff, but that shit is played and I need to progress.

As of today i'm a licensed body piercer.