I'm Not a Journalist I Just Crush Alot

So this guy, in the middle, was paid $600 dollars a week to dissolve dead people in acid. Over the course of ten years he dissolved 300 bodies. His name is Santiago Meza López, aka "El Pozolero del Teo", this is pozole at the bottom. Enough said.

And who might have ordered all these bodies to be disposed of you might ask? a narcotraficante...duh! read an actual article about this here and here. Crazy shit.

*images used without permission from here and here. if i knew how to make pozole i totally would have made it just to take a picture of it...so sorry Taco Rosa.

boys in the Tenderloin

this was a while ago but whatever. here is some kids in the TL having fun (mostly boys). and there was people give out free crap and of course i drank it all and later had a stomach ache...

see there is kresta holding the free shit.

even at an early age this kid already knows he is too cool for school

boys, boys, boys, i do adore

there was a shooting around this area on monday. something about rival drug dealers. here is another pic of the TL but in the night. i will miss you SF, i will miss you.

prozac with coke on the side

i wrote this yesterday and then later thought it was none of my business then this whole shit fell apart due to technical shit, whatever:

i was going to throw away this "fine" painting of some prozac pills i did almost two years ago but after seeing what a crappy mess it was i decided that it was best to keep and paint some velvet drapery in the back ground. taking about pills, guess who got arrested again? yep,and you know i think this is kinda sad. i mean the Paris thing was funny cuz lets face she sucks. but this girl, well she can actually do something...this reminds me of this crack head lady i met who knew the whole "rehab" deal like the back of her hand. god, she was annoying cuz she had a medical explanation for every time she fucked up. and she fucked up over and over and over again.

* coked out photo by reuters, or i guess more like the L.A. County Sheriff's Department

everybody and their mother! lets go to rehab...again!

i found some magazines the other day and in one of them i saw a miu miu ad with Lindsay Lohan that i really like. then today i saw/read on the superficial(sure, just the most realiable source in the world) that she got a dui, cops found coke in her car and now she is going to rehab...sad. but what are you going to do?

* image by miu miu, and according to their terms of agreement i guess prada or whatever. taken without permission but will gladly take down if you so desire.

and Japanther at the Hemlock Tavern tomorrow, who is in?

before i get yelled at

i keep hearing how people are doing heroine now, or at least smoking it. whats up with that? hmmm, makes me wonder if iraq is our vietnam,whats going to happen to us? i mean look at what happened to all those hippies after vietnam, and what happened to the soldiers. then again we were never really hippies, then again the war hasnt ended...memorial day weekend just passed. it was sad seeing all those mom cry and beg for their kids to not be sent back to iraq for the 3rd time(what the fuck?).

before my boss comes and yells at me here is one of my favorite illustrations by Eunice Choi, enjoy:

Kickball Tournament and un-Birthday Party

Sunday April 15
i 'm going to turn 24 next week... great. So I decided to celebrate it at Dolores Park, kicking some balls. And we did. In the end I felt really sick. Must have been food poisoning or something. I also met this guys who kept talking about 420...too bad i dont care. i also got gift and bought a book about the "colorful world of cats" and a book about the bible where jesus is nowhere to be found.

Galeria Mason Gave Me Rug Burn

Last week, Friday night, I had an art show in my small studio in downtown San Francisco. Why?... Why not? The art show was scheduled from 6pm-9pm. By 6:15pm I was freaking out thinking no one was going to come. I don't remember when the first guest came or the last one left, but before you knew it my wee little studio was jammed packed with people and art…of course. There were 17 contributing artist with 60 art pieces on display. The funniest part of the night was this random girl that walked in, went into the restroom, did some coke, walked out and came back five minutes later all "spunky and what not". The next day I woke up with a rug burn on my elbow and two empty boxes of 2 Buck Chuck everywhere. Thanks to everyone who came out, and contributed. And special thanks to Sara G for helping me curate. The end.

Here are some pics.

some art...abridged.

art goers

someone got claustrophic...my closet, where i stored my "belongings".

artistas

the hostess...color coordinating the clothes with the drinks

more art..."kinda" blurry.

sing along

now really the end...for now.