After I picked up Garage magazine from Draglinks I've been obsessed with Cole. I thought I was done sanding my '54 Chevy, then I saw those perfect reflections down the sides of his sleds and I thought, "I ain't shit." Believe me my obsession started way before Garage, in fact it was when the Salinas Boys were featured in CR years ago. I thought, how come these kids are so dang good? So I'm typing this after spending more hours sanding and priming and feeling woefully inadequate. I know this isn't tech per se, but if'n inspiration ain't tech, I don't what is? Sorry about the ass kissing, but I'm obsessed with the dude and I wish I had 1/10th of his talent. I wish I could work on cars/bikes 24/7 but come 9:00 a.m I've gotta go back to the fucking gift shop biz. Jeezus how I wish I'd applied myself when I had my chance. Well the cards been dealt now, expect more half baked pieces of shit from the Nads' camp. BTW, you know what my high school graduation course was about back in '79? The only advanced level I got, in art, I got a D. Custom cars, that's what. Kill me now Lord!!!!!
Perfect body work is for air brush artists and bikini models ala..magazines. The abuse you get for bad body work builds character. I bet Cole would realy like to work the gift shop counter some days!
It's a tough life for Cole, The cars are the EASIEST GAYEST part/. Life is the HARD part.... He has to babysit Negroes like Harvester and me, making sure that we don't take the CRASH course to LIFE, He's doing a GOOD job. except HARVESTER set the SHINED METALLICA $3000 GRILL Face down on a PILE of NUTS and Bolts. and left out INDIANAS(tm) ice cream last week,It melted!!! and I got caught smoking PCP with the wife beating T.v repairafrican(tm) 3 shops down. He's doing a good job... We havent sent him any SUICIDE notes this week. he hasn't had to call FATHERFURY(tm) to bail us out of jail.... We did ruin his SUPRISE B-day Party though.a few weeks ago...... Me and SNACKY were trying to be early and we couldn't find the PLACE. so we got drunk, and I was Puking in the PARKING space Coles lady decided to PARK in.. He figured out what was going on, when he got out of the car. so the suprise was ruined...... Cole saw a german hitler field dog lick a girl, and he knows what SEGER was saying when he sung NIGHT MOVES about the 60 chevy....... I think your life is BETTER behind that fucking GIFT counter... "STRANGER IN THIS TOWN"
erm' germ, my life behind the gift counter ain't that grand. Like I said, I wish I'd applied myself. Hey didn't they have Appliance wheels back in the day?
there was also the time I was buffing a bolt that we never used anyway and just as I was about to finish it shot from my fragile junior college fingers, the same fingers I slide into my lovley gothic's birth hanger, and into the paint of one of our most feared customers, he'll cut you to peices and hide you in porta potties. i was scared, jeff next door said fuck it never tell him but truth or bullets and all that shit, i learned how to color sand that day, from a distance. then there was the time i got left behind for the big meisterbrau commercial.or jody shine, or the time when he was trying to ditch this whore and i happened to metion it was his birthday, I think that was last year, but mostly i dont fuck up that much anymore, i'm more into poetry, everyone there ends up losing their minds anyway. the air conditioning alone on the nomad would make most men kill themselves, cole just pisses in cups and lets Rico taste it on a LONG week of politics, and things we love/hate about jason. cole is not a public shitter, and not a big eater, he has wild sexcapades with wife swapping millionares at the hotel California. most people have no fucking idea how gnarly it can get here, its not for the faint of heart. its fastliving with no rubbers no registration. we have run out of gas twice in one day and fucked porn stars the next. it will kill you unless you were forged from the HELLFIRE. most shit i can't mention, we will live in secret, and you will continue to worship us, forever.
SEE HELLFIRE is "SINNERS for LIFE"(tm) to describe it... there are men who visit public swimming areas in bitches underwear with sewn in bulges to make their hammers appear larger. we are men who think HOMOEROTICA(tm) is a sign of LOVE for the LIFE of TRUE friendship.................. A naked boy on his BIKE is FREEDOM...... Most on the other hand drink faggot drinks with umbrellas & crushed ice, smear tanning lotion on their chests and while showing off their nipple rings. They look around for CARSON DALEY or DOWNTOWN JULIE BROWN... Then they wander down to the water and with their pedicured foot test the temperature before diving in. WE are men who get out of jail at 6 am still drunk, steal a bicycle across the street, stop at the liquor store, grab a 5th of generic rum, then go to the beach with our jeans on, WE ALREADY HATE EVERYONE THERE. So we take off our shirts off & our jeans, down the 5th of rum while OUR sledgehammer cocks poke out of the barn door of our oversized boxers, , , Like MR ed. there's a brief pause, clouds darken, little kids rush to the safety of their beach umbrellas, , and MOTHERS cry, as we approach the water we vomit all over the sand showing everyone near the beach the fly tattooed on the heads of our hammers. It's the MARK of MANHOOD in the SINNERS life,,,, a heavy metal band that died emerges from the sky playing our favorite S.O.D. song. Razzle from hanoi rocks walks out to greet us near the water with a bag of CUBAN ANGEL...The beach is now soaking up the aurora of our collective full throttle rock-n-roll disgusting real life devil signed existence, that somehow these faggots on the beach find heroism in. the beach grows quiet as we ponder a thought in our moment of public disgust. We walk into the water calmly, , , knowing that our existence is ruling the nipple ringed faggots who has invaded our beach with some form of false belonging. Then in that moment in our world of madness, we vomit again, falling down face first in the water to die. the moral of the story is that no matter where we are . we walk with the rulers and we never have waxed our chest or bleached our pubic hair blonde Only guys with small cranks pierce their nipples. We are art fags who have never painted a piece of art unless you count shitting in a cup & hiding it in a girls house a work of art. the stinky fucks in DUNG HUTS all over the world will make a legend out of our filth and market OUR JasonJEssie fashion while OUR dead BODIES float in the waves of Our BILLY MILANO/EL DUCE...... heavy metal beach. We all need teachers, OK BYE
Nads quit sanding all that bondo off and spray some damn flat black on it like everybody else. You cant see waves in flat paint. Besides you gotta get it done by April 2.
"We are art fags who have never painted a piece of art unless you count shitting in a cup & hiding it in a girls house a work of art" Fuck man, I never hid a dirt cup. But I did bang a girl I got sick of. So I shit on a sheet of aluminum foil, wrapped it up and put it in the back of her freezer...I also stuck my hammer (that still had her vaginal juices on it) in her roomates bowl of jello. I still smile at the beauty of that.
[ QUOTE ] "We are art fags who have never painted a piece of art unless you count shitting in a cup & hiding it in a girls house a work of art" Fuck man, I never hid a dirt cup. But I did bang a girl I got sick of. So I shit on a sheet of aluminum foil, wrapped it up and put it in the back of her freezer...I also stuck my hammer (that still had her vaginal juices on it) in her roomates bowl of jello. I still smile at the beauty of that. [/ QUOTE ] Damn................................ But next time, rub poison ivy on the crotch of her panties.
Its ok man. I like to think that wabi-sabi in a car is a good thing. Wabi-sabi is a hippy term for the small imperfections in something that make you more attached to it, like the crack in the liberty bell or the scratch on your favorite watch. If my car's body has any dents in it, I am going to leave them in. it gives the car more character. In fact, you can even bring Nietzsche into this. For those of you who dont know who this guy is, he is commonly referred to as the sexist philosopher. In one of his books, he stated that women make men weak. He said that there was no woman that did not corrupt the men and make them weak. He also said that the perfect woman was so rare she did not exist. I dont agree with him on the statement that women corrupt men, but I have to agree with his concept of the fact that the perfect something-or-other not exist, especially with cars. So, in a sort of roundabout way, im saying that the perfect rod/custom/muscle car does not exist. The paint job Im putting on my car is going to be primer black with flames overtop. If there are any dents in the body, then Ill leave them there for the simple fact that I like the unfinished look. I dont try to cover up the wabi-sabi in my vehicle, I embrace it. Besides dude, if you keep sanding the shit outta that body you might sand right through it. Besides, if your car is flawless, then there is nothing to make it unique. Thats why im building my car, is to make it unique. To have something that doesn't sound like a bee as it goes by or blows your eardrums with the pounding bass, or blind you in the reflection from the 21" chrome polished mirror rims. Leave a little bit of wabi-sabi in your car, and dont get stressed with making it look perfect.
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