One Handed

So I stopped writing again for more than six months. I had one post I thought about writing last december, but I ended up writing it earlier this year but should have been on a december because that was when the thought came up to my head, but its pretty much useless now since I never got to finish it anyway, I guess I was just too busy.

For my last post six months ago I was supposed to post pictures about some paintings I made about comic book heroes. It was because of some striving artist I found in facebook, this guy entered a comic book hero drawing contest or something like that, he did have a slight sleigh of hand in drawing but he was complaining in facebook how he lost the whole contest to some amateur artist and swore himself that nobody would even buy those ugly winning pieces, and he was turning to facebook for attention and everybody around was just so goddam polite to say that his drawings were still amazing like phonies not telling you how terrible you look today.

I was angry with what the art hopeful said and anger is as good as the emotional fuel I need together with alcohol to drive myself to paint. And I made a lot of my own comic book hero paintings to prove his was as good as garbage, and I swear I was at my finest myself yet on these paintings. I was going to post them here in my blog instead at facebook but then my laptop where the scans of those paintings were saved unto crashed, and I have to start from scrap all over again and now I'm the one sounding like the phony saying I'm better in painting when I don't even have anything to prove it.

I just have to get that old laptop working, I got a new one though and at least I have one new painting to post.

I also broke my right hand about two weeks ago after I smashed it into a concrete wall, because I got to my anger boiling point again with my old man, and nobody heats it up better than him. I know I am older and I have better patience, tolerance and goddam maturity towards everything but maybe its just that none of our stars were aligned that we never get along so well. My old man had been complaining about all the crap that he could think off to me and I have been holding myself at bay for so many weeks that I finally blew up, I just needed leverage to shut him up.

I broke two bones of my right hand, it became so goddam painful around 15 minutes after I smashed it, then my right hand started to feel hot, then it started to swell and finally it got harder and harder to move at all. I got a small piece of wood and had it strapped around my hand so that the wrist wouldn't move around that much, then I had to drink a lot of beer as a substitute for painkillers that night.

The doctor said that I should be having my arm in a cement cast, I say to hell with the cast, I don't want to look like a person coming from an accident with that cast, and where all of my friends could write crap and just about anything where I could read it anytime at work, while eating and when I wake up, for a whole month. The doctor said it should be better by around a month, I complained that it was too goddam long and he just cut it short into a week to make me happy, though he was right because after a week it hasn't been any better.

I had a blue hand strap with an iron base to replace the makeshift hand plank I had been wearing for 3 days, my right hand was not totally disabled but I found it hard to do a lot of things, the hardest being

• eating with a spoon
• holding a beer bottle
• wiping my crack
• writing
• killing mosquitoes with a clap
• continue painting
• brushing my teeth

And just about anything that requires me to move my wrist around. And talking about brushing my teeth, There's this dentist through a good friend of mine for more than a year ago, not that I needed to fix any of my teeth but the dentist is quite pretty. I liked her for more than a year already but I don't know how the hell am I going to win her heart. Probably another reason that has kept my head busy the past year though I never did mention about her since then.