Friday morning Jane and I drove up to LA to pick Tyler up, and then we proceeded up North to Mr. and Mrs. Tyler’s beach house for a fun weekend with the friends and fam. I was super psyched because I was really looking forward to sitting around the bonfire acting stupid with my budz. Since getting home all I have done is stress out like nobody’s business (you know with getting my ass kicked, giving my mother my life savings and having my car scrapped), so this weekend was my chance to really forget about life for a minute.
I am running dangerously low on funds and need to get a job. I know that most people usually have to have a job 5 days a week in order to support themselves, but I just don’t swing that way! Usually after I finish up with a summer camp I take a month or two off; however it looks like this year life has other plans for me. The car issue really isn’t a big deal because I have two cars. Even though the second car isn’t exactly practical (it’s a 1972 Porsche Carrera and the parking break doesn’t work so you have to leave it in gear when you park it), I was able to drive up to LA and pick up the spare car from the Tyler’s. I feel fucking ridiculous driving around an $80,000 SUV, which ironically is also a Porsche, but it’s better than waking up in the morning only to find out my Carrera rolled down the street into the neighbor’s living room!
I spent most of last week going over my options for cash flow trying to figure out what I could do for money that would leave me relatively untraumatized. My options: I can go back to promoting (just so you guys know, if I have to go to one more frat party and laugh at one more gay joke, I’M GOING TO STAB A BITCH!), I have a standing offer to do some consulting at Tyler’s firm (which I also don’t particularly enjoy. Proof here and here), I also have quite a few skate and surf companies that have been begging me to write on their lines for a long time (selling my art always makes me feel icky, and creating for people that have no idea what they want always causes me some heartache). I realize no matter what I choose to do there are going to be some positives and negatives, so I am not looking for something that is going to bring me eternal happiness and help me discover the meaning of life. I just want to have a job that isn’t going to make me want to slit my wrists after doing it for a few months.
Needless to say, I have been stressing out big time. Spending my weekend surfing and relaxing with my peeps really helped provide me with some much needed clarity. The crazy thing is now that I have made my decision, I am almost looking forward to getting started on it! Life is about to get a little crazy, but I think I'm ready for it…
3 comments:
Obviously you aren't going to move to LA so there's no way you are going to take that job with Tyler. Getting you to sit down and draw anything when you have to is like trying to get a 4 year old to memorize all 50 states. I think you are going back to promoting because you hate doing anything and you are going to do whatever is the least amount of time and effort no matter how much you hate it! Am I right or am I right? I'm right aren't I!?
The great RGB works!? Say it aint so!
Two Porsches and able to take off a couple months after each summer camp. Man, life is rough! Lol. I say capitalize on your art even if it makes you feel icky. Having the freedom to do what you want will most likely more than compensate for a little nausea.
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