What About Bob?
I was born a poor brown child…
… in a poor brown country where a rich white country had a military base. I was not born near the base, but prior to the base being built my family was rich, then the yellow people came and the money we had was worthless.
My mother and her sisters would burn stacks of it to keep warm (that is a true story)
In 1969 I came to the rich white country to live in a semi middle class neighborhood we shall call the Bronx, and in fact many people call it the Bronx. Life was happier there, more simple, you didn't like someone, you asked the nice man in apartment 2A to make them an offer they couldn't refuse.
During these early "training" years many delights astonished me, most notably the sky blue waistline of Jill Burger's panties in the 7th grade when she bent over to pick up a fallen pen, how that kept happening is beyond me. Everything after that is a blur, however there was movement to a new neighborhood where off-track betting was a way of life. Sadly that is no more.
In the near end the Internet soon arrived, and with it a beautiful muse from Canada, yes Canada, the land of hidden beautiful muses. Now life is filled with art, and cheese bread, and fabrics and a strange cat named Ziggy. All is well…
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Not sure what I want to reveal, probably everything and anything. I guess whatever hits me. Mostly I started this thing to have my artwork and my attempts at writing all in one place.
The "Chismis" part in my tagline, pronounced "Chees – Meese " is tagalog for the word gossip. Something I have learned to do in my 40s…
So I will probably fill these pages up with meanderings about movies, music, day to day, family, cooking, geeky things, and most importantly descriptions of my honey's face.
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