We’ll close out this series of stoner 2-Strats comics from back in the day with this one dated 6.05. 2-Strats attempts to watch a western (Tombstone?) on the DVD player. This character’s megalomania, paranoia and snack appetite are starting to develop.
Another bong-hitter dated 5.05. This one got fucked with in the intervening years so it’s taped on the back of the upper left corner. Note the Aqua Teen Hunger Force reference in panel 2. I guess I’d recently learned that Crohn’s Disease is someone’s name and not a super-mean disease name for old scary women, or crones, as the fairy tales say, and felt the need to create contrast.
I recall one of my friends being very pleased with the idea of Doom Porn after I made it up, as doom metal was a hot button in those days. He’s like what, is the porn like “uuhhhhhggghh” and he moved his hips downward really slowly. I’m like, exactly.
2-Strats and the Misfits lyrics plus the guy with the brass helmet with the Fuck Pig, something I made up in like seventh grade. Dated 12.04.
I can pretty much confirm I was on full grass when I drew these.
Here’s some photos of the Guadalupe at Virginia St on Saturday morning, not only big and beautiful again after last night’s rain but also moving fast, as I got it at about 8 in the morning this time. It’s kind of best that it’s being unceremoniously pumped out to sea, as no one in San Jose, especially not Willow Glen, deserves this life-giving water. You’re just gonna water your organic lawns with it.
I know it’s hard not to be an innovator every second of your existence, but try not to focus on the real estate at the margins of the photos, like your liberal president would. In other news, 17 North is blocked again. Time to consider that this road was a bad idea and do something different… remember the train tunnel?? It’s gotta still be there, right?
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Went to the Women’s March this morning, a response nationwide to Trump’s inauguration, and hoped to see a bunch of little 12 year old girls rule motherfuckers on their special day. But of course that kind of confidence and ownership takes time. This is your world, girls, do your thing! There were lots of teachers, lots of retired liberals, lots of babies and lots of pussy hats. Some generally bored-looking men, some obligated-looking men, some young girls scoping the whole thing out doubtlessly trying to figure out where they fit in.
Here’s the crowd at Shitty Hall, fourth and Santa Clara:
The whole thing remained pretty Hwite, I’m sorry to report, unless there was a section of people of color on the other side of the street that I never saw. The crowd was of such size and I was with a group of people of such size that once the thing got moving you were often stuck where you were.
Hwite liberals:
As far as I saw there was only one elderly man in a contrary position, up on the balcony of the Rotary building’s parking garage with a sign that said we were bullying Trump by marching. Can one bully, can one be bigoted against, those who have all the power?
Apropos bullying, my favorite sign is the one about the mango:
All in all the day was a success, because any day when car traffic is barred from downtown is a good day. The convocation at Plaza César Chávez devolved into a bit of a pissing match for local politicians en lieu of a better-organized guide to groups represented in the march to inform the interested. There was even a shameless appearance by Sam Liccardo himself, él de la mayor desvergüenza, hijo de puta y mamón de su propia verga, so I left before it ended. A good time was had by all and we practiced being squished together on the streets!
I think this blog is great. Great like Trump says things are great, only greater. Or should I say Your Liberal President that all you dumbfucks elected.
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2-Strats shows how basic it is to mack a broad. Ment 2 B basic, to be precise. I guess he figured that the Cure shirt was a sure sign. Dated 4.06. Some great original words right from the source.
This one is dated 5/2005. 2-Strats talks about going and getting a seesh (little seizure’s pizza) somewhere in Santa Cruz County, like the one on Ocean in the beach flats.
Evident is my awareness of the KKK’s control of central California as well as an example of my disgust with the indie rock scene I was a part of. The guy in the second and last panels represents one of 25,000 junkies playing the Aptos Club in any given year until it closed in 2006 or so, thereby making it hard for my friends’ bands to get gigs. And Misfits lyrics on top of all that. These were quite the comics!
Once again some comics from a never-finished zine circa 2014. I think the only ones I had left to do were the meat and the produce but whatever.
In order to not hit the size limits, here are all 3 pages in separate images. Grocery stores fill me full of dread to this day, even Staff of Life in Santa Cruz –my ideal store –and the comics elaborate the dark currents running under your do-gooder Whole Foods bullshit life. I also have a really hard time reading menus, as the items are never different enough from each other to catch my eye.
Here’s page 2
Here’s page 3
So here’s some comics that oughta become a zine in like 2014 but I couldn’t get my shit together for whatever stupid reason. In the zine I was going to talk about why grocery stores freak me out, and they still do. I think the only one that went up on the internet at the time was the one about Target. Here’s the drugs one.
Eugenio Negro Comics 