X-Mas deal

So here i am working away in this cold and wet holiday season, still trying to whip out some of the colages,
but the train is a rolling,!

I think i am going to start streching up some canvas's, and get back into this new line of abstraction,

humm what else, i ended up visting my first friends Rich or richie Garren we go way back well, at least to elementery school , we played with toys alot, plastic kights and starwars figures, it got me thinking on the drive back here , the history of playing with stuff,
and man i was really into to it, my father said the reason i failed the fifth grade was it, school interfied with play time,. but i do rember the good old days of setting up all my civil war soldiers , a colection of marx and britains and having these battlle i was captivated by it for hours, but some where around 7th grade the majic stopped and i couldn't do it any more but belive me i tryed!, funny thing was this is when i met Thomas, , someone i would credit the reason i got into pyschology or became a psyche major to begin with,. He was in to civil war toys too . He had alot and played with them , this was befor GI Jooe deal. and he could still do it up until high school( play with toys,), Thomas was also a bit emotionaly destrubed,

In retrospect i think you have to have an powerful imagination to get sweapt away the toys , for alot of the nerd guys we just evoloved into compicated board games, guys like jimmy, and pat an david,
but i do rember this absulte most powerful almost worship like feeling about the toys, and what world they could evoke, (it sorta dawned apon me, when i visted the Hat 1/32 page ancients , two new long awaited figures have been releases) This is no time to start the games back,
lets just put them down for a while,

i mean, shit,!, paintings are one thing but my colection of ancients is another . i have been off kilter by being here constantly playing with art, its getting dry to a bit, but
the show must go on!

One funny note about thomas was well when we entered highschool he dropped the civil war toys for this new thing toy called GI joe it must have been 83 84, he started ammasing a bundle of them , i resisted until about 86, but all threw out highschool we were secretly buying and colection them, Thome was abit unbalanced, in retrospect, he was like my "eddie haskel," he loved "joes" a i was into them to, but it was uncool to have them and he would be very touchy about leting anyone know he had alot them, we got into all kind of fight over highschool threatening to "out" each other to wome or people we wanted to impress., i credit my prepencity or obsession on drama to him, well all throw out highschool he was trying to be cool,
i guesse, all our crwod was the the geek crowd but tom went off in the deep end trying to get a girlfrined, and be the party man, back in the early 80's this was pre DARE or any of the "no" campain crap, in Texas everybody drank beer early on, it was no big deal, all the partys were like that,. When Tom figured out he could have partys and give beer out , then things started to roll, he would hid all his Joes away. Some how we would always get into a fight about something, but the new joe cataloge would come out and we would be friends again.
Over the years i realised how much i was sorta like thomas because of his obsessive nature he was alot differnt than me but, he could go on and on about stuff, this sorta giddy enthusiam for the kinda cool gun Rambo whould have or that neet explosion in starwars of the deathstar blowin up, or women..

Sometimes i find myself slipping in to a thomas'esk character over chickens which come to think about it, ..

We quit haning out after highschool but thomas always revered me as one of his good friend, i got to know his family pretty good and greatly admired his mother alot, they don't make women like that anymore, but around 97, he moved over to San marcos and guess what, i was aleady picking up joes off garrge sale, why? this was way before the ancients deal,
It stared when i bought a whole bucket of them for a dallar,?

well Tom was going threw a devorce and was working like mad, and his mind was tortured over where to put his thoughts, we started hanning out, and i show him my new joe colection he swore them off some decade , and said he sold the whole lot of his colection at a garrage sale
(something i knew he would regrate )
at the insistance of his family to grow up!, but now he was grown up and wanted a new hobby, (to take his mind off life) and the bug was set in motion.

it was like the good o days running around buying every joe out of a garrge sale or fleamarket, (this was way before ebay deal, that sorta killed the scrarcity of the hunt, ) i remember it was ruthless, once as if fate was at hand, we were at this garrage sale,
and he asked this lady or mother does they have any joes, and she started calling her son's name out, "Danny bring your toys out here now! some one wants to buy them,"
i thought, man," fuck this women, make me sell my toys for pennys, .."
the boy was crying and doing what his mother said but only bringing out the bad ones, he stomped aroud slamming doors as he brought out old boxs of busted up vehicles.,
Thomas was jubbliant, "Are you sure there isn't more in there," adressing his mother, " i got alot of money here and i pay good prices for these toys, " only inspiring the mother to yell loader at here son.
"Hurry up, lets get rid of all of it! you don't play with those toys anyhow!"
The poor boy had this twisted and sad face to him.
Thomas would say an aside to me, "you gots to get on them, i know he is hiding the good shit somewhere,"
the kid was pouting and stomping around, the mother excite on getting some money, "Hurry up! bring it all out!" in this loud hi pithced voice.

The torture was too much to endure , i thought, i cann't watch this, and got out of the garrge, and walked out on the driveway,
but thomas came out,
i said what happen ,
"She wanted something like 20 bucks a piece on some of these things, (thinking he was a rich colector type),
"i ain't gonna pay that for a cobra H.I.S.S tank with no turrat and stickers and missing it shield that bitch is crazy!"
so he said forget about it.
Man if i had to go threw that deal as a kid, i am sure i might have decked or mamed somebody over it,

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the old aprt shot right off from my desk, i just got threw eating some frozen chicken tenders, bake them till they is real hard, and eat them with hot sause, this after i whacked down a six of natty lites"

Posted by chickengeorge at December 24, 2006 9:42 AM