Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Fuck work, call in sick and get drunk with your friends....


Go to work when you are sick, so you can call in sick when you feel like drinking with your friends....

Monday, December 29, 2014

For About 25 Years I've Been Scoring Records @ Record City...



I have been buying records at Record City for the past 25 years or so... here are some of my favorite records that I scored there, or at least the ones I remember... fuck, in that time I have played in a handful of punk bands, wrote a bunch of zines, had two kids, got married a dozen times, & drank nearly a million cans of beer... for those keeping track I drank my millionth beer while drawing this piece of fuck...
*It's Alive - The Ramones I remember buying this in the summer of 1990, I skated down to Record City and spotted it, I didn't have enough cash on me, so I skateboarded frantically back towards Bonanza & Hollywood to get my money, then I desperately skated back to Record City hoping no one else picked this fucker up.
*Need So Much Attention... - Septic Death in the 80's I had many chances to buy Septic Death records but for whatever reason I passed them up for records by the worst versions of TSOL and Gang Green, about 4 or 5 years ago I stumbled into Record City and saw this up on the wall. When I got the record home I jammed it & couldn't help but think I would have preferred it in the 80's, still a good record but now that I am an old fat drunk I listen to Tiltwheel
*Minor Threat - the cassette with the guy crying with his head in his lap or is he sucking his own dick? Anyway, it doesn't get much better that this...
*To Mega Therion - Celtic Frost when I first bought this on cassette in 1990 I thought this album sucked shit, but when I bought it recently and gave it another listen I dug it...
*Neither Victim Nor Executioneer - A.P.P.L.E. I think this band would have been better if the singer sang less and yelled more, with that minor complaint this was the soundtrack to many pizzas being delivered on the East Side in the 90's
*1980's Rock n Roll - GG Allin a near perfect collection of GG Allin material
*Metal Inquisition - Piledriver this band is fucking stupid, but they sing about killing punks, so it's pretty funny!
Templars - several years ago I found a bunch of Templars 7"s at Record City, I bought three of them, I should have bought them all, but I didn't... fuck you!
Just Say Fuck - Area 51 I already had this great demo by a great Las Vegas band, but I bought it again so I could give it to someone else... that is what you did prior to the internet, now you can download this demo off the internet. which you should do...
Kind of a Drag - Buckinghams this record rules!

I am sure I have bought a couple hundred records from Record City, some better than the ones on this list, the thing is I am a drunk and I can't remember shit! Well, I better get dressed, Record City opens in one hour!

By the way, is there a better record store dude than Joey?

Friday, December 12, 2014

Do You Have A Vacancy For A Pig Fucker?




As I get older the more I hate people that insist on having sexual relations with pigs... this is a drawing of my coworker Reina getting fucked by a Babe... for the record Independence by Toxic Reasons is an amazing album!  

Saturday, December 06, 2014

When High Rollers Threaten Us... Nobody Gives A Fuck!


























 













Working in a casino it is not uncommon for a high roller to threaten someone with their slot host. Recently, a woman asked me to call for cocktail service, I Informed her that I would be happy to, but for whatever reason that wasn’t enough for her. Instead of saying, “thanks” or nothing the asshole threatened me with, “yah, if I don’t see her shortly, I will be talking to my host about you!” Then the woman stared at my name tag & wrote my name down, & said out loud “Karl!”


 I am the kind of guy that likes when my guests are happy, but fuck this person. The first thing that popped into my head after this woman threatened me with her ass kissing slot host was, “Fuck you & fuck your slot host!” For the record I didn’t bother to call the bar & I didn’t even bother to look for a cocktail server, I just walked around & day dreamed about Mongols and punk rock records! Assholes like this are such assholes that even when they tell on you & it’s valid no one gives a fuck! 

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Ottie Von Bismark



I decided to try something different today, instead of getting drunk & drawing something, I thought I would give sober drawing a shot, so here is how it came out. Hmmm, no penises, nothing depressing, the futility of work is absent …etc. Just my best friend Ottie! He is a handsome terrier… sadly this drawing does him absolutely no justice.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

I hate to speak for myself but this is fine art


 Even though my drawings suck, I usually try to have some sort of social or political message, but lately I just haven’t been feeling it. Sure, I am just as passionate about my causes & just as pissed about the things that make me pissed, but I have decided that I need to focus on shit that cracks me up. Penises, people fucking, my obesity, absurdity, punk rock, Las Vegas…etc. Whatever the fuck that shit I just typed means, I drew this shit while drinking vodka, whiskey, beer, & bumping the Dezerter – Underground Out Of Poland LP as well as the Siege – Drop Dead EP. Drawing that shit while enjoying my vices (punk & booze) really takes me away of the futility that is work.

Saturday, November 01, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Self Portrait

 Recently, I was explaining to one of my coworkers that I find drawing to be very cathartic. I told him that people we work with antagonize me because they think I am weird & stupid, I went on to explain that I need my job & that I am not capable of a rational conversation with someone that is fucking with me. I am one of those people that is nice & mellow, but when fucked with I quickly knock some fuck to the ground & kick their face in. Trying to talk to someone that has singled me out is nearly impossible, I am so full of rage that my thoughts start to spin & my mouth starts to stutter, which just confirms to the people that are fucking with me that I am stupid… I haven’t been able to sleep lately, because I want to quit my job. For the last few months I have listened to three different coworkers belittle me with all sorts of shitty comments. At first I laughed it off & tried to ignore it, but mother fuckers were relentless. Every day I was made fun of for being mentally ill, being stupid, Being a narc (ha, I wish I would have told on these assholes), being a faggot, being gross, being sweaty, or whatever else one could think of. If I made any mistakes these fucks were the first to point it out. When I started to show signs of being upset the attacks weren’t scaled down, but escalated, I was accused of being on my period, I was told that I couldn’t take a joke, I was made to feel that it was my fault for being too sensitive. I suspect they were trying to see who could make me upset first, I guess they all won. I have since resolved my problems with these people, but now I work with them in awkward silence, I don’t know why these people hate me so much, I am a good worker (I often wonder if that is the issue) & I don’t start shit at work. When I am feeling like this I am really appreciative of drawing and music, this is how I vent.

 I am gonna go back to bed & not sleep.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Since I can't punch my coworker Reina, I will get drunk and draw her doing what she does best...


 I work with a pig fucker named Reina. Reina is the typical work place coward that relies on passive aggressive comments, because she can't just straight up say shit, if she is called out, she is always "just joking". I often wonder if she sucks my boss's cock or has done so in the past, because why would anyone in their right mind keep a pig fucker around that starts so much shit, everyone I work with has a story about Reina's verbal and emotional abuse. Recently after one of Reina's verbal abuse sessions I contemplated punching her, her reaction to me shaking with rage was to ask if I was on my period. I am sure if asked, she will say that my coworkers & I are too "sensitive", I am so sick of working with someone that takes pride in making people cry. I guess it is time to start looking for something else...

Friday, May 30, 2014

Corporate Rock Still Sucks.


 In a world where just about everything is for sale, there is something liberating about being a part of something that is not for sale! Recently Punk Rock Bowling was in town, which is always a reminder why I hated heavy metal music in the 80's. I totally get that it is difficult to exists in this world without a corporate cock leaving a dent or two in tomorrows turds, but should punks willingly guide that corporate cock into their anus so that "punk" bands can be another tourist attraction? Maybe I am not one to talk I work in the tourism industry... growing up in Las Vegas punk rock was my escape from the job in the casino I was born to have. Many punks will fight to shove that corporate tit, clit, butthole, or cock in their mouth for a buck or two. As I grow older I grow increasingly more thankful of the bands, artists, zines, bands, or whatever that reject that shit! I am sure this rant doesn't make sense, but when I was walking around work bored as fuck it sure as fuck did, & now that I am drunk and listening to the Tiltwheel tune Can't Remember Shit it sure seems like a good idea!