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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
The Lighter Side of Kimbo
Here is another design for a shirt that I hope to one day print. It was done pretty fast using Painter X, Cocoapotrace, Illustrator and Photoshop, but I definitely want a shirt with Kimbo's giant head on it. This particular design, I don't think I will be able to print at home since it has multiple colors. I think I can only afford to do single color designs...
Get Me Out Of Here!
What's up, bitches?! When I start printing these, I'll give a few out for free! If you've done a favor for me in the past, you'll get one. If not, I want money or sex!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Jerome vs. The Fuzz
On July 8, 1988, a chubby baby was pulled from the stomach of his mother, all covered in ooze and other vile fluids. That baby was me, Jerome Villagracia.
In my short life of 19 years, I've done many great and fun things. Hmm... if you consider getting drunk and stoned in high school with your friends, older brother and his friends, great and fun, then we're on the same page. But back to what I was going to say; In the midst of chugging Pabst Blue Ribbon and taking giant bong hits, I've never had one run in with the cops. Keep in mind that I did much of my "partying" in high school with older college people, so now I'm pretty much an empty shell of a man, but more on that later. It was wasn't until recently, maybe around late 2007, where I've had almost a constant run in with cops.
I think the first incident that sparked his terrible chain reaction was when I was pulled over for my tinted windows. That I can understand, it's illegal to have your front two windows tinted, but shit man, it's fucking hot in California. Whatever, luckily for that, my girl's sister's fiance is a cop and he wrote off the ticket, so my awesome little car got to keep it's shades.
The second run occurred shortly after the first incident, where my Pops had me go to Albertsons to pick up his medicine. I took the scenic route to the store, which actually means I made a right out of my neighborhood instead of a yielded left. So there I was, driving 25 MPH near my elementary school, when I came to a stop sign. I swear, I must be half retarded because as I approached the stop sign, I could CLEARLY see the cop camping out, waiting for assholes like me to roll it. Well, I did roll the stop with full knowledge of the cops presence, and the rest is history.
Three; my girlfriend and I were parked at the top of a hill which overlooks my city. It was night and the lights made Rowland look slightly beautiful. Her and I bought some food and had a picnic on the back of her car underneath the stars because I'm awesome like that, and it was a glorious night. Afterwards, we went to the back seat to have some sex. Nah, I'm kidding. We didn't, to be honest we were just talking, seriously. After about 10 minutes, we see a blinding light flashing through the window. Can you guess who it was? Yep! You got it! The cops pulled us out the car and immediately began questioning us. Apparently, if two kids are in the back seat of a car, and the guy is sweet talking the girl to the point where she begins to tear, then he must be beating her. Because, you know... girls NEVER do anything wrong, laugh out loud. The copper puts me in the back seat of the car and keeps insisting that I struck my girlfriend. I think it was at this point where I couldn't wait for GTAIV to come out. Long story short, the piggies let us go, but one of the cops says to my girlfriend, "Remember, if he lays one hand on you, don't be afraid to PUNCH HIM IN THE NUTS!" Yeah! Punch me in the fucking balls! Yay!
Okay, fourth, and I guess latest incident was when I was pulled over again by a bike cop for speeding. I was speeding because I was going to work on a day when I usually don't work. Bad shit always happens when you're "not even supposed to be here today," I feel ya' Dante. Anyways, speeding ticket, tint citation again, and no proof of insurance. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just unlucky or if I'm subconsciously doing this to myself. Either way, I'm stupid and now broke because as of today, I paid off that ticket which came to a total of about 368 dollars, plus 15 for traffic school, an increased insurance rate and 5 dollars in my checking account.
It's 11:16 in the PM, I'm drinking some 2% milk, I'm 47% angry and 100% broke.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Messy Thinking: Part 1
It's 9:38 in the P.M. as I begin to write this blog. I'm at my girlfriend's house and she's asleep next to me on the couch. I'm totally distracted because Family Guy is on and just watched Brian get his ass kicked by Stewie because Brian didn't have his money.
As I sit here and slowly think of things to type, I can't help but wonder what I would be doing if I were at home. Would I be doing the exact same thing as I am doing right now, or would I actually be working on something productive? Not to say that blogging isn't productive, but it's not something that I can actually use on a resume or portfolio. But to be completely honest, I don't mind doing what I am doing right now. It's fairly relaxing to just chill and not have to exercise my mind working on a new piece of art or song, but it's definitely not a habit I want to fall into. I do, however, want to develop the habit of having something creative to look forward to when I get home from work or some shit. Technically I do, because I've been fucking around with Corel Painter X for a while, but it's not like I have any solid ideas or anything cool to work on.
I guess I've been wanting to screen print some shirts lately, but I do not have any designs. Hey! That is something that I could start working on, some sick ass designs or something. Yeah... I'll do that.
Which leads me to my next thought; This is exactly why I wanted to start blogging more often again anyways! I believe through the logging of thoughts, I can discover things about me that I wouldn't be able to discover if I were to simply vegetate. And aside from using this blog as a vehicle to transport myself from boring and uninspired to interesting and insightful, I must admit that I'm using it to whore myself out. Because... you know... who doesn't like to be noticed from time to time? Shit, I don't even know if anyone will read my shit anyways.
On another note, today was the first day of my last week of work before I'm off for two weeks. I'm pretty excited because it will be the first time in a long time where I won't have shit to do. So I will probably use that time to work on some art, web, or portfolio stuff. I'll miss my work for those two weeks and my desire to leave completely or just have a vacation has subdued ever since summer started, but I know that it will be good for me. Thinking about it, I really do enjoy work, I just can't stand my fucking boss. She's okay, but I can't stand the dino-looking bitch. I would elaborate on this thought, but really don't feel like complaining about work. I've always been annoyed with people that constantly complain about work and don't do anything to fix their problem. But as far as my job goes, I have awesome co-workers who are very fun to work with, and the joy of working with them outweighs my hate for my boss.
Well, it's 10 now, My Name is Earl is on and I just realized that this show has a great formula for story possibilities. Aghu, fuck it, who cares. I'll wrap this up; Tonight when I leave, I'll probably stop by Jack in The Box to pick up a few burgers. I'm hungry as fuck, then it's straight to Painter... or possibly (and most likely) Grand Theft Auto IV.
I'm not productive at all, ha.
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