I got a feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night. Do you ever just wake up in a good mood and kinda know that whatever you get up to that day its gonna be all good? I got that feeling today. I slept for hours upon hours. Ya see I’ve been on a crazy painting streak for days basically sleeping only when I fall asleep from exhaustion and waking up and painting again. Last night, or really this morning about 4:30 a.m. I took a super hot bath that drained the last remaining vestiges of energy from my body and I got out threw on my calvin kleins and hopped in my bed with the dogs and didn’t even stir until 3pm. It was fucking great.
I took my bed out of my room because there is NO ROOM for it anymore with all of my paintings and shit all over the place. We have like a living room type situation upstairs and I just put it out there. The only sorta fucked up thing about it being out there is Woody and Snickers refuse to get out of it. I mean I can physically maim them to get them out but as soon as I go back into my painting studio the fucking dogs are right back in there. And these dogs are not content to just lay on top of the bed down below where “Master’s” feet go like a couple of good dogs would do. Since they are not good dogs they feel it imperative to lay on top of my pillows (Snickers) or underneath the blankets (Woody). I personally don’t feel like this is correct behavior for these dogs but they are unruly delinquent beasts and I can’t tell them what to do it seems.
Oh well, my mom’s gonna be home soon like in four days or something. She’s on vacation in the Cayman Islands and when she gets back she can pack up her mutts and take them back to Palm Desert where she lives in some Country Club place on the golf course. Let them run amok at her house and good riddance. I did film about 12 bad ass videos of them while they were here visiting. Funny as hell ones. Making them howl at the moon, getting Snickers to butt ram Woody, locking them in Doggy Jail and seeing if they can get out, putting them out in the front and leaving the screen door shut but the front door open until they incessantly would jump and scratch on the screen door while I ignored them, cooking food and getting them all pumped up like they are going to get some then telling them to eat my balls they ain’t getting shit and filming their sad, confused, disturbed reactions hahahahahaha. Watching Snickers empty all the trash cans everywhere and chew up everything until the house looks like a dump and then film Snickers get just screamed at by my Uncle Gordon. All sorts of tasty visual treats that I may or may not share with my adoring public at some point.
Okay well I’m listening to some Notorious B.I.G. Life after Death Disc 1 which is so bad ass. I’m gonna paint for a bit then maybe go play some poker with Darin “Dazzzzza” Byrne, a friend of mine who is a d.j. at Captain Creme’s Gentlemen’s Club in Lake Forest. I’ll let you know how the night turns out.
By the way, I got an unbelievable response to my post about Billy Wedgeworth and my sister Natalie Amador and the whole Suicide in Jail issue. I mean like 150 more hits then I normally get on my blog which is like maybe 80 per day. So thanks for that support everyone.
You should know my stilo, went from 10gs for blow to 30g’s a show to orgies with whores I’ve never seen before so Jeeeeeesus get off the notorious PEEEEEEEEEEEEEnis before I squeeze and bust if the beef between us we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit…….