Crunchtime
February 4th, 2010Bill Frog
January 21st, 2010Paginas de esketchbook
January 14th, 20102010 Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me
January 10th, 2010Beneath the palm trees of Palm Springs, on a street called Monterey, there was a house. A house that was built in 1958.
51 Years later, we sipped drinks by the pool and listened to Frank on the Hi-Fi. We even drove by his old home. We rung in the new year with brothers, sisters and friends. We reminisced. And everything came into perspective.
Why not call it a day
In a sensible way
And we’ll remain friends
RUDE!
December 23rd, 2009Right THERE.
December 3rd, 2009Pier Jump
November 20th, 2009THE 80′S… neon wetsuits and Winchell’s doughnuts. Waxing your Timpone, Hayward, or Burke on the sidewalk. The mixed smell of damp alsphalt, low tide and fast food garbage. Oingo Boingo seeping, “ONLY A LAD…” from a car stereo. I was such a scrawny little grom.
I would paddle out southside at the Huntington Beach Pier. The plan was to sit with the rippers and watch them go. Then I’d snatch the leftovers on the inside, copying what I saw. That’s how you learned.
On the ultra-early mornings this rare stunt would develop. A few dawn patrolers would use the lingering cover of night, slip over the rail and jump off the pier, skipping the paddle out all together. Everyone in the lineup would hoot, and throw those ear piercing whistles you hear at concerts or ball games. It was rad.
Sometimes the lifeguards would call the cops. Sometimes they pretended not to see anything. It all depended on who you were. The fine was something like $100 + a court date. You know, public safety. Whatever cops. Getting away with a pier jump had to be the best.
Blue Sky Halloween
November 18th, 2009Bill Frake had a dream. We made that dream come true.
http://www.vimeo.com/7636348Ahhhh… creating new memories…
Basterd
September 14th, 2009PK Ripper
September 7th, 2009This is an old sketch of my friend Patrick Kochakji.
Friends said I “nailed him” with this one. There wasn’t any nailing, no nailing went about, that’s disgusting. I wonder if he has the drawing on his fridge still. What’s up Patrick– if you see this.
I decided to give it an update. We used to jam together in a band that met random Thursday nights, more as an excuse to drink Tecate than to make a record. His wedding video contains impressive footage of me dancing like a imbecile to James Brown, embarrassing everyone within an 8 foot radius. I wish I could destroy those parts. Patrick is a really talented artist and musician who also works in animation. He is in my Amigos section–>











