My friend came up for the weekend. Nothing really planned, but since summer school has ended I really haven't been doing much work besides illustrations in prep for an upcoming show in september so it was a good respite. It was one of those weekends where events and faces are blurred, an endless stream of drinking and dining out with old acquaintances and new friends, clubs, bars, restaurants, parks, and lazy days on the couch. The weather was perfect and it was a good time for the most part. We talked about our lives since we had last seen each other, our new goals, girls we've hooked up with or are seeing, planned extravagant trips to places we had never been, talked about old conquests and I suppose that's how you know that you are still good friends because things don't really change despite lack of communications through periods of life.

He is the only friend I have left that still keeps in contact with my college girlfriend. He went to go visit her before he came up to see me and like every time we see each other, he'll update me on her life despite them being unwarranted. When he pulled up I was sitting outside with Emma, having a cigarette and on the phone with my new boss for a job i'm starting in the fall. He parks and steps out all smiles. I get off the phone and we hug. He then gives me the finger. 

"That's from Terri" he says with a grin.

"She's a thoughtful girl" I reply.

We had gotten dogs while we were dating and split custody, I got Emma.

"I told her that Emma was better behaved than her dog. She said that she doesn't believe and that it was probably because you beat your dog."

Spite isn't exactly the right word, but it is the first word that comes to mind.

"She said that there was no way that Emma was better than Toby because she was an awful dog when you guys picked her up from the pound."

I didn't really know what to say so I didn't say anything. He then goes on to tell me how she's about to have her second kid and that she's just bought a house with her husband. I don't tell him that I really could've done without all the information. I dunno, what was I suppose to say? I don't know how quite I feel about it, but I am definitely glad that I don't have two kids and a mortgage. It would not bode well with my current lifestyle, but who the hell really knows about these things.

Commitment scares the hell out of me, but I'm sure that will change someday. I just hate to imagine waking up married to someone when i'm 35 and realizing that maybe that I will never be happy again.

I have a few art shows coming up. I've been cutting down on my participation to art shows lately because of a self-regarded period of sucking with the larger scale pieces.

Current Devil's Hair Salon 3386 18th St SF

8/31 Dermafilia 3382 18th street sf http://www.dermafiliasf.com/events.html

9/9 Languages of Anxiety 446 Valencia street sf 

9/20 El Pancho Villa 598 Valencia St SF

10/20 El Cafe Tazo 3087 16th St SF

November The Artist Exchange 3169 16th St

I've been doing a lot of smaller illustrations and paintings. I probably won't be going big with the pieces for a little while, at least til october or november I imagine. All the shows are in the Mission District of San Francisco. Go check it out, get excited, buy some shit, say hello.

On a bright note, I will be the new head coach for boys varsity water polo at my old high school and am planning a trip out to thailand, vietnam, (cambodia?) and taiwan during the winter. Change could not come any sooner.