Being a globe trotting, swash buckling, scoundrel and dealer of Rare & Exotic Art Acquisitions, my travels have taken me all over the world,
On every trip, I have three priorities,
1--Hire a local artist
2--Eat the best possible local cuisine
3--Dance with a local lady, with a bonus plan!
Sometimes you can pull off all three on the first day, leaving you with enough time to get away from work and hit a few museums for both admiration and inspiration,
One of my favorite museums is the Jewish Museum of Amsterdam, a city I've snuck off to more times than a bad boy can, besides the obvious sex and drugs, Amsterdam has by far the best damn restaurants per block than any other hole I've crashed in, of course, it could be fueled by the euphoria of sex and drugs, but who's counting fuckers.
Anyway, the thing I loved most about the Jewish Museum was the way to accurately captured life during the pre-WW2 city, where families were just enjoying everyday life, plotting their courses of dreams and action and most importantly, celebrating bar and bat mitzvahs,
13 was a great year for me, tongue kissed my first girl in summer camp and celebrated my bar mitzvah,
As I walked through the museum, following the life of this random 13 year old Amsterdam adolescent, there were constant blurbs and admissions of all the chaos that was going on around them in Europe, constantly telling themselves that the problem was far enough away not to worry,
Until the Nazis finally arrived and bombed Amsterdam,
Right in the middle of the fuckin kids bar mitzvah,
Remembering how wonderful mine was, I always think about that museum and the layout, how it showed the greatest of times immediately destroyed by an invading army determined to wipe them out.
I bring this up now because of what I've been seeing on college campuses, and that hearing with the Presidents, and that pathetic excuse for an SNL skit that followed.
I live a great life thanks to you backers, and when I see the shitshow going on in our country, I often feel guilty that the only thing I can do is bury my head in the sand, making comics and art books about busty superheroes and then taking the profits and making hookers and strippers dress up like busty superheroes, which I chase with a cannabis pen and finish with some ice cream,
I make comic books and hang out with my bulldog, this was all I fantasized about while I worked every shit job in the world, one of which was a bodyguard to an Israeli Madam, who became my wife, then ex-wife, then #1 enemy, ahh life,
I say this now because when I worked for her, I was younger, and had an extra 30 pounds of muscle -- point is I beat the shit out of people for a living,
Bad people, suitcase pimps, stalker exes, angry clients, etc etc,
I took pride in my job because taking out trash made me feel better about my sins in life, and when it was all over and all the girls and wives and mistresses were all finally passed out around 2am,
That was finally my time to hang with bulldog and work on a comic book script,
I write this now because to be honest I am both confused and angry over what is going on, and it gets to a point where every time I attempt to get cannabis out of my life and try be more alert to reality -- reality has a way of getting you so pissed that you have two choices,
Take arms and become fuckin Batman again, bribing Elon Musk for the Iron Man suit you know he is building or already has and taking every fuckin politician and asshole who is so pathetic and miserable with their lives and careers, all they have going for them is the ability to stir up hate,
And then I think about just calling a hooker and grabbing some joints from the dispensary, content to play fantasy sports and ignore the problems of the world.
But then I think about that kid in Amsterdam and that bar mitzvah, and how they were enjoying their lives, ignoring the world crumbling around their borders,
Sometimes you take up arms and take out the enemies, and sometimes the best thing you can do is to keep making the kind of badass mother fuckin misogynistic art that hopefully pisses off the people who may be coming for your home,
And then taking the profits and doing it for real,
End of rant, time to make a couple of calls :)
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/hooligansco/faros-american-safari-texas-harlie-parton-party
Cheers,
FK
