I am man in the search of Inspiration, and it seems to be supply here. My name's Kevin and I aspire to be a great comic book artist/ story teller.
April 27, 2012
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FREDDIE
My father and I go to a little breakfast café, every Sunday morning. Over coffee and very tasty over-easy eggs we chat, exchange jokes and he tells me bits and pieces of my familia. Stories of distant cousin’s, great uncles, dead aunt’s and great, great grandmothers who I’d never meet but begin to give me a picture of where I come from. These tales range from outrageous feats of stupidity to great acts of valor. He once told me of 89-year-old man who (wasn’t quite sure how he was related to us) would carry what seemed to him like 100 pound barrel, up and down the side of a volcano. He would come back down with THE freshest fruit. My dad always amazed at how HUGE these man’s legs were, “Como los arbolos.”Though the one tale that stood out to me among all these fables was one of amor. It seemed that my familia was that type to love hard. The lopez clan had son’s who never forgot about their kindergarten sweethearts, Widow’s and widowers who went insane after their beloved’s had passed on to the here after. This man he told me of was no exception he loved and loved deeply. Freddie Lito Lopez a distant cousin on my grandfather’s side once removed. A small, unassuming man, of average height for a Guatemalan, not obese for someone in their 40’s but years of cervezas and tortillas left him with a small little pouch. In other words just a regular guy of his time. The only thing my father would praise Freddie for was that his wife was a looker and the love they shared was what the Everly brothers and the Penguins sung about. As my father tells me he was a semi-successful pig farmer on the small patch of dirt he owned alongside his “Angel” Rosario Nana Lopez. He wasn’t exactly rich but he wasn’t walking around with huge pockets either, but they were happy and content.
Though this happiness was not to last as my father finished his eggs licking his fingers clean he said one word weighed down by gloom. “ Cancer.” Followed by a very counseling “the poor Cabron.” The doctors gave him a couple a months but Freddie realized he had much less. Now back in these days society was very different. A woman with no kids and a husband soon to be in the grave, life was not going to be easy. With what little Rosario had she would be easy-pickings for any man that would decide that they needed a little extra to fill their pockets that month.
I began to wonder why my father decided that this “love” story was the greatest example of affection that one human being could feel for another. He began to sip away at his coffee as he told me that good old Freddie had died in his sleep after weeks of being bed ridden and Rosario never leaving his side. As he fought valiantly against fever-induced hallucinations, he no longer raged against the light. Rosario sent him off in style with what her wallet could allow. As Freddie lay six feet under with his love sobbing uncontrollably among the few friends and family that had come to pay their respects, it is when the preacher of the town dropped a cassette player on lover boy’s head stone and quietly hit play.
Everyone began to fall silent as soon as they heard Freddie’s low chuckle echoing in the graveyard. As my father was tells me a couple days after learning his days were marked, Freddie got his hands on a recorder and the Preacher to make sure his final wishes were heard. The exact final words escape my father’s memory and are unfortunately lost to us, but he knew the jest. Freddie thanked those who had came and wished them well with the rest of their lives. Addressing his mother and a close friend giving them their own special shout outs. Then to everyone’s surprise he declared that Rosario should move on with her life and no one should judge her if she were to find someone the very next day. He had her for his entire life and now she no longer belonged to him. He only wanted her to be happy and even if that meant she was happy with another hombre then nothing should stand in her way. I realize my father laughing as tiny tears roll down my eyes. “ See miho Lopez men are tontos when it comes to love“. I smile in agreement as I wonder if Rosario smiled the same way while the tape uttered her dead loves last wishes. Could she feel the warmth of his words as they hung in the hot air?
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Pluto in Walt Disney’s “First Aiders” (1944)
How i feel after i see a hot Lady with tattoo’s!
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This is DEEP!
(Source: hmhpoetry)
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Go Retro with the 60s style like the show Mad Men. Tipped means there are small stripes on the collar, by the buttons and maybe on the sleeve. John’s style is from Banana Republic.
Our Tipped Off series is about the small stripes or ‘pop of color’ that is showing up in men’s style.
This Is how I should dress haha
(Source: thedapperstyle.com)
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Hats (via Fedora’s & Accoutrements / <3)
(via thestylebuff)
January 15, 2012
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Threadless is having a Donald Duck t-shirt contest. Please go vote 5 for my new design.
“THE ORIGINAL ANGRY BIRD”
http://atrium.threadless.com/donaldduck/submission/the-original-angry-bird/(via timshumateillustrations)
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ecard number 4
HAte when this happens, i look good and i don’t see a single friend or cute girl. It’s a damn shame i tell you
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you know what i’m talking about…
is it wrong to want this?
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cinderella at the ball, illustrated by john hench
(concept art for the film by walt disney)
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this speaks to the kid in me
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I dreamt of mermaids throughout the spring.
I decided that maybe if I finish this piece, I’ll finally have the energy for my homework. Just maybe.
is it weird to say i would make out with a mermaid?’
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I am slightly obsessed with these bird drawings by Paula Swisher. You can see more of her work on Flickr and her website!
