Monday, August 13, 2007

More friend drawings

Look ath the knot in Chris's tie....it is so thick, but I think it looks nice.


,Bob Lives in L.A. and does in fact have teeth!


Brant is an aspiring snuff film director in NY who enjoys doing pushups and eating fruit


Ebb is an engineer extrodianarie who's dog shoei has the pinkest asshole ever


Every white shirt Andy owns has Starbucks Coffee stains down the front of them.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Drawing Friends and Self

Self Portrait during a time when I could have been considered a Trainwreck


Brendan Loves plaing tennis on leaf strewn courts


Dustin vomits leaves onto Tennis courts


Greg the sweet Lumberjack will prune your trees anytime!

Friday, May 4, 2007

Faces of Drink

A Classic Look

Trifecta


Glass View


Happiest Drunk Look Ever
Porcelin run

Traintertainment!

Not again..this sucks. They really need to spice up the whole "Stuck at the Crossing" experience. Maybe show a movie on the train at night...or place a video screen on the barriers that come down and show E! Entertainment news. Maybe even have one of the cars be a moving burlesque show...something

Give the Hobos jobs as entertainers. They sleep until they hit a populated area then....Live music!....physical comedy!....the possibilities are endless!!

Lights

The other night, we used bike lights to turn My Fathers Place into Las Vegas. I believe Donnie and Sean got married over an open faced roastbeef sandwich.


Greg Sports a magical hippy beard


Donnie's new contact's seem to irritate his eyes.


'07 Mo'fucker

Cyborg

Friday, April 20, 2007

Easter Wings

In April 2007 Sean Claire and I started a new tradition, one we hope will last. It is called Easter wings. We want to change the spring color scheme from pastels to wing sauce orange.


If you are offended by my "drumstick crucifix" I don't apologize. You see wings are my god. They have been the one constant in my life. Through sickness and health, new love and breakups, wings have always been there for me. Even when my arteries are so clogged that I can't eat them anymore, the mere smell they put off will get me through the day. Wings Heal, wings bring people together, wings make a mess, but wings never try to be something they are not. There is no deception in wings. Naked and saucy they sit waiting...... Waiting for you and me. Please accept wings into your heart and surrounding arteries! You will be a better person for it. Good Day!
-Ben