Wallis is 23 years old and has never driven a car. We’re gonna hang out in Iowa for a few days so I’m gonna teach her to drive before we had back to Minneapolis. Her response: “I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack. I don’t know if I’m gonna throw up or poop.”

Here she is last night at the Iowa City Yacht Club for Kate Kane’s open mic night.

I lost yesterday in court. It was a motion to suppress the evidence from my September arrest. It looks like I’m gonna get sentenced to two years probation. I’m not sure exactly what that will entail or how it will restrict my movement but – while I’m not too happy about it – I’m relatively optimistic.

Speaking of Kate Kane’s open mic night though, she released an acoustic album with one of her buddies last month. It’s called “Full Moon Spells” and the group is called The Starry Nights. You can hear it on her bandcamp. I did the artwork for it – a modification of my painting, “4-Hydroxybutanoic Acid Talent Show.” 

Okay – time to teach Wallis to drive.

If you’re in Iowa, I’ll see you at the Masked Intruder show this Friday. Minneapolis: I’ll be back Saturday.

Oh – and if you didn’t hear me on Minnesota Public Radio yet, go ahead and correct that. It’s really awesome.

Http://www.mprnews.org/index.php/story/2015/03/23/meds-im-on

Minnesota Public Radio did a story on my exhibit yesterday. Granted, there are nine artists in the show but I’m the only one mentioned by name and my introduction is awesome. The reporter describes some pieces in the show and then seques with “And then there’s the painter known as Sammy thrashLife,” cue a Dillinger Four song to appropriately punk rock the mood, and then she goes on to describe me before I get to cut in and talk even more about myself. It’s really, really cool. Check it out; the link for the audio’s at the top of the page. http://www.mprnews.org/index.php/story/2015/03/23/meds-im-on

Exactly as uneventful as ever. No progress on my case, no news, no real reason for me to have spent my time and money to travel across the country.

My next hearing is in the last week of March so… at least I don’t have to come up this way again until then – and that’s when my exhibit at Instinct Gallery (in Minneapolis) starts anyway so… At least that sort of works out.

Wallis and I are on our way to Chicago now to kick around with Chris Spillane for the day and hopefully catch a little snow. (She hasn’t seen any since she was a kid). We’ve got a couple more stops after that and we should be back in Jacksonville by Friday.

I have fun.

New Year’s Eve, the night when you’re legally obligated to have fun and which, consequently, inevitably ends in disappointment… was super fun and not at all disappointing.

2014 was a lot of highs and a lot of lows but at the end of the day (and year), it’s awesome to remember that I seriously have the coolest fucking life ever.

I woke up under a bridge this morning and there was no place in the world I’d have rather been.

My life is going so well that I just destroyed the syringe that I’ve been secretly holding onto since my relapse.

Well, I didn’t completely destroy it but I rendered it unusable. I think I might glue it onto my next painting or something.

I relapsed today. If you feel compelled to write/call me to talk about it, please don’t. Not tonight anyway. I don’t have the energy for it.

I’m only writing this now because keeping it a secret would be even worse for my emotional/mental health.

I’m going to be fine. Probably.