Enjoying San Antonio

In the tour barge we went under a bridge and a bird pooped on Olive's leg! See it?








this is with "the" San Antonio himself!











Me my Mom and My Brudder. They are hysterical.

ALAMO City to recharge and intoduce Olive to da Rents!

My babies are being kept from me for no good reason.
I have been a devoted father my kids whole lives. Every day that I cant be protecting them, nurturing them and loving them is a powerful drain on my every hour.
I'm no good to anyone as an upset worry wart so I agreed when the families of Olive and I got together and raised money for us to go spend a week in my home town of San Antonio Texas.My Mom was THRILLED to see me and of course she fell right in love with Olive Rootbeer.
I am a family man and I needed the love of my family in this very dark time.


I have never been so far away from my babies in time and space. It felt like i had a baseball in my throat. I kept reminding myself that it's a healing mission as well as a diplomatic one.







I decided to go see for myself if indeed there was a basement in the Alamo.Well it turns out that there is no basement but there is a tunnel.I would have more news about it but a fight broke out and our informant had to split before showing us.

busking paintings and balloons on SE Hawthorne Blvd.

Our whole situation loads onto the bike.

"PSST Say mister...um...can I interest you in a pg-13 rubber chicken?"


HEY! someone put a construction zone next to my art gallery! My rubber chicken gallery is fashionably located on Hawthorne strip just follow the smell of Diesel exhaust. My shop was next to the screaming busker and a bus stop. CHIC!
I'm not discouraged...I only need to sell one to have a good day.
Sometimes chicken sometimes feathers.











Like what we do? Donation bucket!

Do you have this shirt?

I hope so because I sold all of them and now we are in the biz of creating the next design.


Wanna submit a design for Olive and me and our Open Mic? Facebook friend me and show me what cha got!