Yo-Yos Bros and joes ho woes

first of all, tons of shit has gone down since that last drunken entry which was up for long enough to see that i was an idiot. I garauntee ya folks: I will always do whatever i can to act stupid and imbarass myself as it occupies my mind afterwards and allows me to beat myself on a constant, monumental scale. Why, couldnt tell ya. Thats what talking doctors are for.

When we last met here on my blog, my post showed me having stuck my dick squarely back into my heart. Sure love is great for distracting you from everything else like "logic" and "Important Shit". Well im still tryin to get it all the way out by loving myself and doing things for me. I spent three years taking care of someone else and i realized that i needed to spend some serious quality time alone, trying to get use to solitude. romantic dinners with myself. spoon feeding MYSELF icecream. Giving myself a back rub while i run a bath, light myself a joint and leave myself to relax the tensions of the week away to some Ceramony or Broadcast.

Getting into the gallery was great. I needed to know my work was good and by getting into a gallery i suppose i learned that. But some politics with the staff (bitch jerked me around for the last time!) left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to start supporting myself in a consistant way with art revenue but i just didnt want to set foot in that place ever again. And then...

The Pacific Northwest Yo-Yo Regional Competition, which takes place in seattle came up. My bro Colin and some cat we had never met named joe were going up in joes car so i took off for seattle. In the three weeks before hand I was still racking my brain tryin to get into doing art again but between school actually using a pretty good portion of my brain power and the tremendous amount of pressure i was feeling on my art in general I elected to forget it all and just yoyo in preperation.
As a general disclamer about yoyoing; its hard as hell and its not what your emagining in your head. its some ninja shit now. so suck it if you think a thirty year old yoyoing sounds twee. i can melt your brain with my lightning fast fingers.
Keeping my mind off of EVERYTHNG was hard but once we were on the way to seattle all i could think about was art. Joe is a lonely retard and kept me up till 5 am arguing with his exfiance. Her name was Fatima ( why would you do that to a kid?).
the next morning with about 40 beers sweating themselfs out of my system, i went to compete with the northwests best.
ive only been yoin for a year and a half and the contest was a joke to me. i went to kind of make fun of it by being in it.
i only made myself look dumb, coming in 12 in the NW and 2nd in Oregon, which, without anymore details added sounds good but let me tell you. I sucked a fat cock in front of 300 people. my first line was rad and innovative, the crowd went wild then it was like my yoyo was scared from the chears and would come back to my hand like a dog scared of thunder.
after i was done i just left straight for the art musium and a had a great religious experience that only a great collection of art can give me. I teared up at Gocommeti and tried to see the eyes of god in their two rothkos (worse than a 3D Poster).
I came back home exhausted but inspired. The highlight for all of us was the giant fireworks show, the weddingg we yoyoed at without knowing where people thought we were the entertainment and above all else THE JUGGERNAUGHT. Congrats to John Hubber for keeping the Gong Tough and winning the comp.
Since i got home things havent been the same. but you will have to wait and....
Find out more in the next chapter: "Justin gets his groove back"
by the way if anyone who reads this knows what the hell the giant funnel next to the freeway between Seattle and PDX is about please email me. It appears to involve a cannon whiich i guestimate is about two miles away and is probably red and orange stripped too. i think i want to ride THAT train.

JUGGS GOT JUGS!!!



psycodelic neck punch!