Exhale!

ok.  sorry.

i abandoned my blog for a long time.  I have been peeling my toenails back looking for money out here.  right now it's art handling and architectural renderings. 

I have been walking around the airport with paintings and boxcutters, passing through security unmolested, and how does one get this priveledge you ask?

I watched two and a half hours of racist govt issue videos suggesting impulsive profiling techniques.  Apparently the only people who fly are white families on vacation, and any darkie has no good business being in the airport.  We were told that decoy "antagonists" are sent out into the airport to perform suspicious activities, and if we don't spot and report them, we will get citations and fines. 

Oh yeah, I got a background check too.  They'll let me take knives and powertools through the concourses, but not my tupperware filled with Horry County chicken bog.  Apparently smoked sausage has something else up it's intestinal casing sleeve besides fat. Something that could threaten air safety with impunity.

Well. I'm also playing music again with my fucked knuckle.  Black Belt Jordan broke me out, and now it's all about middle-eastern-coltrane electric defecation.  If none of you have ever seen the onstage romance that buds between Barry Walker JR. and Kyle McKinnon then take your hand outta the vaseline for a sec.

Comments

[Andrew]

hey, while you at the airport, could you please look for my stolen digital camera. Thanks a million.

[Kyle]

Welcome back. Your absence smelled like the doc's taint.