.45 Caliber Headspace

[…] The day will soon be upon us when Whitey will officially be outnumbered. This is largely due to crystal meth and inbreeding.

Lately I’ve been of the mind of recalling some of my favorite slacker literature. The previous statement is total bullshit, however, considering the fact that I wrote this a while ago and set it to future-post. But just for the sake of this lead-in, let’s say I am actually of the mind of recalling slack-lit [...]

Frustrated by various snags I’ve hit during the making of LOBO: The Motion Picture, I decided I needed to take some time to clear my head.

Nagging doubts began to seep into my conscience. Not about the movie -oh God no; this script is the best thing since Citizen Kane- but about Hollywood in [...]

[…] It was kind of getting old to be waking up all the time with a hangover, in somebody’s bushes, wearing only a thong and an eye patch, and wondering whose ass I was gonna to have to kiss to make up for whatever I did the night before

[…] Clueless housewife humor holds no appeal for me. I already know that babies shit everywhere; I don’t need to read the continuing analysis of this supposed amazing revelation 87,000 times/day on Technorati. Just stick the baby’s nose in it and lay some newspaper down. He’ll learn soon enough.

[…] Once I realize that the bitching has yet to make the thing work again (this could take years), I will MacGyver it into being half-ass operational with a syringe and a used condom wrapper, neither of which are in short supply in the pile under my bed.

Just wanted to share this lovely T-shirt a lady friend surprised me with.

[...] After having been involved in a number of these “New Years”, I am now able to confirm that this is actually an ideal time to wipe your slate clean of the prior year’s sexual harassment and lude behaviour accusations and pretend to be a better man. This pretense will last approximately two months, at which time I will have reached my threshold of endurance for these unwelcome lifestyle changes.