last book ever.
I had a friend named shane (shipwreck) who worked with us. One day he quit and stormed out in a fury of anger. in his blind rage he left his ticketbook behind. i found it a couple weeks later and cerimoniously finnished it off with dignity. the drawing was just an empty sea of black swirling around the phrase "shipwrecks last rcp book". The blackness signified the dark days ahead and the beginning of the "rules and regulations" regime.
First ticket-book drawing ever
This was the drawing that started it all. After this, productivity dropped and I stared getting in trouble more.
saturdays sucked
saturdays really did suck. filled with stupid homeowners asking stupid questions. god i hated saturdays.
just incase i die
i was really sick once with a high fever. i thought i was going to die in my sleep so i wrote a little note for who ever found my dead body and how i died.
Nimpoles
we worked with this mexican kid named Victor and he would call his nipples, nimpoles. he was hilarious with how he would say things. i wish i made a quote book of everything he said. things like. oooooh i want to stick my aroused down your esophogus"... "there was this movie called AB's, and ya know and there was like this water worm, that floated through the ship". He was atempting to describe the movie "The Abyss"
No.
I was not in a bad place when i drew this or even angry at anyone.... someone just told me to draw a fucked up picture so i obliged. my apologies to whom ever is offended.. Sometimes art is dangerous.
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