car art

I'll share some of my latest art. This is a watercolor of a 1967 Shelby Mustang and a team TransAm Mustang. If you can't tell I'm a gear head.

Intro

What kind of legacy has been heaped upon me! All I ever wanted was to get layed and be laid back. And now this, this is not what I thought life was to be like. What can I ever expect but nothing. How cruel life is yet I cannot help but laugh. I fear humor is all I have left and if I cannot laugh at myself, how can I laugh at anything at all.

I seriously consider the loneliness, pain, relationships, etc.... There are many things, which cause me to make myself what I am. Generally no matter who has rendered an impression on my life I am the one that make decisions that affect my existence. Just as I make decisions that effect those around me, I love and hurt others and myself.

The difficult part is that this damned digital world that allows me to find new friends is also what keeps us apart. All the nuances of personal interaction, those little neurons of thoughts and feelings that tell me more about that person across from me is not available. Not even those little pheromones that drive me crazy at times can help us out in the web. So we miss out on a lot because of a huge lack of information. Not that the information wouldn’t be given freely, it’s just I don’t always think to ask. When I find out it sometimes shocks or embarrasses me because I thought foolishly. I find myself doing this all the time. Plus I find that I ask questions that maybe are too personal to be answered. Often I wonder why people don’t ask me more questions. Or perhaps if they did do I really want to answer them. Or can they be answered simply or with a book of information to avoid a supposed misunderstanding. Always the fear that this new person will not like me or quit liking me. But what am I but a bunch of 1’s and 0’s. What is the risk? I, we still have hearts and souls and desires for that certain contact that really makes our day. How can we afford not to take another chance? Hope springs eternal some say and I believe when there is no hope there is only death.

Now I shall wonder if I’ve said too much to you. I don’t know, perhaps you’re one that wants more, or less. Now what shall I do? I can't shake your hand. Perhaps a short kiss on the monitor. The nice part about digital kisses is that they can be short and sweet or wet and long! How shocking! LMAO

YO

I was there now I'm here. Heyman!