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April 20, 2005

i am back

View image"Land of the Rejects"
this is the largest one made in the set, done 2004-now

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almost done
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here is eight paintings i am working on over in brenham, all in progress,

IM001638.JPG brenham studio,

well i noticed in the Texas legisator they made it legal to paddle your kids with out being crimalised. is about time,!. i was talking to my girlfriend about this that back when i was in school they gave pops, for fighting etc, she isn't from Texas, and never heard of it, , now pops would be illliegal, but back in the day, an good ol' ass nipping was normal,
oh i rember the good ol'days,
my dad had a very realisic approch to paddling, one that was compasionite and caring, he told me that i had to work off 3.25 ass whoppins a day , thats the way life was, you had a deficite to work off of to just exist, its life and my father wanted to let me know how it was,.(.25 was that little extra just in case)
So every day after school before he came back from work i had to work off the preimptive ass whoppins i had had comming to me, like doing odd jobs or what ever was around the house,.., but sometimes i would forget the dept owed to him daily and boy he would let me have it.
he had and almost existental enthusiastic flare to it while he got all rawled up over what i didn't do for the day,
he said , "Boy you need to know that , a man could get his ass whopped and not know why??"
thats the meaning of life?, in his books,,
I'd be crying and shit about what i was supposed to do what, i didn't know?, pleading, but it didn't mater, time was up and it was time to pay the reaper..
and then he would let me have it after he figured the 3.25 swats with labor commited to the house hold subtracked. like i said the .25 was that little extra love left over, that no matter what i did it was still there.

them were some good ol' ass whoppens back then.


Posted by chickengeorge at April 20, 2005 9:28 AM