in the rain
photo ref. used ...was fun trying to get the "wet" look
took about half the time the clock shows, had to keep leaving it up to do other things

Still Needs some work
the hand is shit

**I'm finished with it**

Comes a time when you look back. I remember times before I discovered this site and many many more before it, before the internet at all, and my life had more quality. I spent my time persuing other intrests but I had balance. It seems to me that this has become an addiction, make no mistake, every bit of an addiction as drugs or alcohole ever were. I have a compulsive personality and when I find something I like, I tend to become obsessed and it consumes my thoughts and time. My family, my self image, my quality of life have all suffered as a result. I know how much I disliked it whenever someone would write a note and say goodbye and I swore I would never do that, that if it ever came my time to go I would simply go. And of course there is always the risk of making a fool of yourself by doing this and then comming back. We'll see. A fond farewell to you Marcello, and everyone with whom I've come to know or interact with. Wish me luck.

Dan

Photo ref. from a photo I took of one of the corner places in my house.

One time when I was 17 I got a job as a plumbers apprentice, and we drove to Medicine Bow Wyoming to do a job there for two weeks. My boss's name was Frank Early. He Drank every night and was an asshole in the morning because he always had a hangover. One morning he told me to get him some kind of wrench (probably a spanner) and I didnt hear him very well, but I didnt want to ask what kind because he had a hangover and he was in a pissy mood. So I took a guess and grabbed the wrong one and he said "God Damn it! ya act like ya just came in off a fuckin load of hay!" So I threw my shovel down and said "fuck you Frank" and I walked back to the motel and got my suitcase and walked out to the highway and hitched all the way back to Cheyenne. On the way while I was walking on the highway (I had to walk all day untill it got dark before I got a ride) I found a bottle of vodka in the ditch, so I stuck it in my bag. When I got to Cheyenne, I drank most of it and woke up on my friends back porch with my long hair glued to the cement by my puke, flies buzzing around, dehydrated, sick and weak, sun beating down on me. Thought I was going to die.

I like this one.

i will post it now because i am, after all, a comment whore.

sorry i cheated you all on the hat. or whatever. im just too lazy.

class dismissed

A girl's gotta have all kinds

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