I went out drunk, with mrs. tree to the pDX art walk, I woke up with a bear with a pussy.the bear has a name but is packed away... anyway, I wanted you to see this and couldn't post it on facebook.

About Me

over 20 years of refusing the invites of the educated, celebrity and ruling classes, preferring instead the excitement of upper low class, poverty, petty crime and violence.



It's not the wine and cheese I hate, it's the boring, void of anything lives the rich and privileged scurry thru like the walking dead on meth - most of the rich think their cultured simply by consuming - culture can't be bought, it must be lived.



I was truly meant to live on the side of a hill, growing my own tomatoes, basil and garlic in peace with my soul mate and dog.



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