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July 24, 2005

brief storie on chicken paintings

1995 aug-2005-aug
what happen?

well i would have writtin yesterday but the computer went on the blitz, these cordless hubs arn't that reliable at times
the reception went well, for what little promotion i put in on it, it was like none other i have had before, thats for sure! candidly i did great
and now
we are down to the last week,
what to do?

man its bloody hot out, like houston heat humid
i hav'nt done much outdoors things, just looking at my Romans

Ol chicken paintings
one thing i sold alot of or whats rest of them is this old primative chicken paintings, 96-97
humm whats a good storie related to them,, ahhh
how about the sotry abotut whacky house hoes showing up ,
i got about a week to kill this storie

where did it all start?
Back in past entrys a fellow artist friend Jeff B lived here, He went to the bars a lot, and lived in this very nasty garage next to my building, converted it over to look some what livable, well that fall of 96 , in the heat of chicken painting production the house was in a swell of freedom having us boys as owners, kinda like owning your first car, knowing you can wreck it just for the fuck of it, . So every square inch of this place had a odd buddy squatting on it,.
Well on night after the bar, (triple crown) late at night
Me and Phil and Paul were sitting in the front room , an we heard someone come into the house, from the back you could hear them walk slowly threw the room,
“who is that, we all thought looking at the open door”
Maybe some babe? Or something..
This sorta robust blond woman with a zany looking face and having all the enthusiasms of a crack whore came a walking around the corner real slow with here mouth wide open in the expression of utter amazement and out right shock
Gasping for air , she said
“Are you artists?!?!”

A long pauses, and pointing here fingers in between her large tits
“I; -am--- an --- arrrrtist --- toooo” it this real loud, half hysterical half cheer

we sat there with eye brow raise
who the fuck is this?


To be continued

Posted by chickengeorge at July 24, 2005 10:24 AM