In an effort to organize things I started posting what people like to refer as my silly doodles here. Feel free to jerk off to my drawings, from what I am told I am a narcissist so I will appreciate it!
I prefer punk rock to be unsuitable for the work place, culturally unacceptable, & something an art curator scoffs at…
Today I had a job interview… it’s a shame that people don’t hire people based on their enthusiasm for punk rock, because I’d be a shoo-in.
When I attended El Dorado High School, there was some gangster named D-Loc the Woman Beater, every day he would rap his theme song that went like this,
I’m D-Loc the Woman Beater!
and fuck you bitch!
I don’t smoke no dope!
Because I’m hella dope!
And I sell the dope!
“Sadly, his song never became a smash hit, I assume it has a lot to do with the song’s length.
Another time D-Loc proclaimed in the middle of class, “I don’t care ‘bout no dead bitch!”
I think he may have got this from a movie… the funny thing is, he had no reason to say this, no one was dead in art class, & no one was talking about someone that died… D-Loc was always saying the most vulgar shit in class & bullying kids he deemed to be busters, faggots, &/or nerds, but teachers wouldn’t say anything to him, because he was a member of the same gang that murdered a student in the cafeteria on the first day of school.
I was disgusted, & I had no trust in the people that were suppose to protect us.
Sometime in the 80’s when I was a tween I first became aware of the Bloods & Crips, according to the school administrators, police, parents, white people, & politicians they were coming for you, they were recruiting your sons, & if you had a daughter that was white they would even try to touch dance with her. It didn’t matter that you lived in a planned community with a gate around it… a gate that was built to keep out immigrants, low income whites, & black people of all income levels… thanks to liberal agendas they were in there too. According to these experts your HOA fees will not even keep the Bloods or Crips from killing you over the color of your rag.
Being a skateboarding punk rock fuck in the 80’s meant I found these scare tactics to be hilarious. Since I could remember the government was trying to scare me with the thoughts of a nuclear holocaust, or communist creeping into our country from the same places we get bananas, now I was told to be afraid of black people. According to my father, Lawyers & the IRS were the real threat, not black people… my dad had some strange ways of teaching equality, but even with a brain the size of a stegosaurus I understood what my father was trying to tell me.
During this time period I remember skateboarding around Kailua, & seeing a woman wearing a Willie Nelson T-shirt, on the shirt was Willie Nelson’s image & he was sporting a red bandanna. The woman was my mom! I started cracking up, my mom asked me what was so funny, while still laughing I asked her, “Do you think Willie Nelson has ever been shot by the Crips, because they mistook him for a Blood?”
My mom being a fresh off the boat immigrant from Sri Lanka didn’t understand what I was talking about or why it was so funny. A few months later my parents would put me in a school for retarded kids, because they mistook punk rock & comedy genius as mental retardation. OK, maybe it wasn’t mental retardation… I just forgot the term that was used as the reason to send me to “special” school.
This would be the beginning of my intrigue with Willie Nelson & Street Gangs!