Today we had a cancer walk, Sat. Market and a grand opening as gigs, my money earned is for child support. The ex denied my kids visit. None of the gigs were clown gigs. facepaint hides tears. Every time I close my eyes I see my kids. I had to just suck it up and press on.

let it go this too shall pass

Right now I'm dealing with a sorry lot who happen to hold the keys to my kids.
I didn't give up my equipment after the exwife rudely demanded it. So they started harassing me about photos.

Her really creepy guy took an innocent photo of Olive tied to a chair and made it as creepy as he is. They took my "No television" ad and turned it into depravity.. Then the witch hunting ex wife began harassing Olive and my Mom in Texas about it.
They used a ton of sensationalism and false innuendo ( like sending photo to my mom sans captions or context) to paint me as a pig who puts my kids out for predation.
So the guy who's only achievement that I know of is covering up his ineptness as a clown by going to jail in a diaper is bothering my Girlfriend about photos on my Facebook page. I don't like having that guy anywhere near my kids and yet here he is with his sorry face in my family.

At our house they have their own room, plenty of food and adventure. Olive spends all of her time and money with them like they are hers. Nobody smokes anything around them or in the house and I only have one room mate. No walking beer commercials, No babysitters to fall asleep and forget where they are. They have it made at Dad's house.

We had just gotten home from a concert (my daughter and I) when we found Olive stressed.
Olive was so creeped out to find that this little dude called Will was pouring over her web site looking for trouble to report to my ex. She only knows him as a manchild who drifts around in tents and back yards with an awful attitude.
She doesn't really know him and he was being an asshole to her ordering her around about the photos. He didn't contact me to my face he emailed my girlfriend...what a PUSSY!
Poor Olive is a kind soul who doesn't deserve that mess nor does she know how to say
"EEEEW fuck off douche bag".
I sure know how to scrape off scum bags so I told him to piss off.
What would you do if a guy you only know as a creepy, useless home bum was getting between you and your kids?
I gave in and took down over 80 pics of my kids. Some of them only existed online. When I was married the ex told me to be careful what I joke about or post online because someone would misconstrue it or use it against me..HA! Turned out it WAS her only tactic.
My kids hold me like they think they will be taken away and the tell me they love me over and over. I hate seeing them like that. It seems like the more success I find the meaner the ex wife gets.
The bully won by sending the little home bum after my woman. I cried and cried as I took photos down and missed my kids so much.
Yesterday after the gig Olive tells me that they won't be letting me have my kids this week end. No explanation..just no kids.
Thats short notice, we already bought food for them and planned to spend all our time with them.
Can she just cut me off at will no notice no nothing?
I had to tell my daughter that if that happened to take care of her brother...man that was hard to do.
This my friends is why I'm concentrating on not visualizing the enemy bound, feebleminded and with organs full of tumors.I'm letting this go but I will never let my kids go as long as there arms reach for me.

Thank you so much Phantom Chicken screenprinting!

The Open mic shirts look phenomenal!



Wanna sport an Open Mic fish?
I'm keeping them cheap at $10 each
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ALRIGHT! I'm so excited Wed. is here and it's the day Open Mic at Flying Cat! Last week I put out flyers and got a lot of different acts that all were sweet. This week we put out thrice as many so who knows who will show up!sign up7pm SE 31st&Division!

Wed @ Screaming Cat Coffee on Division---Thurs. @ the Star E.Rose cafe on Alberta, sign up at 7

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Debra Samuel commented on your photo:
"When my brief time on this planet is over I'll take the memory of a sunny afternoon spent riding a tall bike on the waterfront with me as one of my magical moments...thanks to you and Olive! I had so much fun I didn't even notice the huge bruise left from my bad dismount on my left inner-thigh until 3 days later; doesn't hurt but it's the size of a grapefruit and a lovely deep purple with green edges. It makes me sad to think it's gonna' fade as I consider it a badge of joy..."

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+So we wr poppin up posters today when an amazing woman runs by us. She was being pulled by a big dog. Two braids.. about 25-30.. cut off shorts.. sneakers and a big smile for both of us. I ask Rootbeer (as I often do) How hot is she?
"She is so hot I want to finish the run with her and her dog, introduce her to my paren...ts and then take her home with us to swim in the deep waters where we like to swim. "Um...wow" I took the heavy posters from her arms; the lady was half a block away. "Go get her Tiger!" "Really?" I smiled, turned and kept working as Rootbeer hauled ass in the direction of the hansom stranger. I hoped that I hadn't just given my girlfriend away.
15 min. later she returned empty handed. "She was too fast."
"Good!" I thought. "That hints that maybe she isn't a smoker." We had work to do but Olive insisted that we drive her car up and down all the streets. I thought, "How is Olive gonna get this girl after 70yrs of dudes failing at chasing women with cars?" I guess if anyone was to do it it'd be my partner... She never found her quarry but there's still every other day in the coolest city in the world to swim in deep waters. Unfortunately (for me) it took many years for me to learn to be honest with your lover...y'know about what you like...eventually you may find the person who likes what you like!
I don't often mention adventures of this kind. This one was a misadventure that was so poetic I had to share.
true ironic poetry would have come if Olive in her haste ran over the dog!

+We went by our old work today. The energy hadn't healed...it was bleached out. I like that better for that place. The neighborhood needs time to heal from the blight it had become.

+It's pouring rain on us while we are flyering. It feels like taping wet toilette paper to a giant slug. Olive says "It's really pouring on us and we are getting soaked" I say " Thanks Capt. Obvious I'll write that down on my soggy underwear".When I talk on the phone to my friends in Texas I always spend a few hours after sounding MORE Texan than when I was a Texan.

+Have you ever ran your fingers inside old sink plumbing? I thought I could plumb but it turns out I can't. VHS tape is not the same thing as Teflon tape. I messed up outr bathroom pipes trying to unclog it. And the smell won't wash off my fingers.

+I think this little Angler fish that I drew with a mic is gonna be my symbol for all the open mics I do. It says to me "Hey I may not be pretty but I'm giving it a shot! Man but my friend Blair has made a knock out poster for the Alberta Open mic.

+I was throwing up circus flyers when my 26" back rim with a back pedal brake begun complaining loudly. I took it to the knowledgable service of Mr. Ben Applesauce and he said he could have another one for me in a week for $60.
+Hey buskers! The frikkin bums are out earning you 4-1 with only some cardboard and a lot of second hand smoke. I see ya'll dying out there every day and it kills me because you work so hard. I care for all of you.
Please play for the crowds not yourself! Treat it like the most relaxing job you ever had and be happy to l...earn stuff you would never listen to off duty.
If we do this we can train Portland to stop paying them and start paying YOU!
They (the passing citizens) don't care about your "emotional baggage songs "that's between you and whomever you are breaking up with. Do yourself a favor and play something they know. For example: Banjo play Dueling banjos, mandolin -Dr.Zivago, gut string guitar-play Greensleeves, 12 string play (Ick) stairway to heaven, any Cheap Trick song on accordion will pay your bills!
Everywhere we look there are bums in the best spots because the street musicians are all bleating like injured goats. Good luck and Goddesspeed friends.
+Are you turkeys hip to the game "Buck Buck"? Its an east coast thing I hear. I don't know what this would evolve into here in Portland. It is worth investigating.
+Takes money to make money. We doubled the money Olive was making selling balloons! All I had to do was invest in a BB gun and take sniper positions on rooftops a block away.

+We taking tall bikes to hustle balloons at the Sun. Market downtown. We just have a little window before the rain so we are attacking full gallop. It took a long time to even find enough balloons on a Sunday.
+Olive always apologizes for her farts... WTF? I hardly notice it's like speeding past a sewage treatment plant or maybe passing where a skunk has been. You smell it for a brief moment and then it's gone. ME? My farts smell like taking an acetylene cutting torch to a dozen eggs.