Muckluck Charlie. Stinky smoke tokes. Sinuses. His own Cleopatra. Up on a cliff behind a few winding roads sits his house, like a spaceship—but made of wood. Containing everything dreams are made of. Or everything you’re dreaming of. Skylights. Hifi Hippies. Hifi life. High life. Surrounded by a miniature vineyard, and pool table trees. The Fair Lady convertible parked outside. Drunken walks in the black dark, along a long circle up and down a furry canyon with flashlights as guides. Good Good Good Why Vibes. Punk rock and Polo-ed. Twenty-eight brains and 28 bottles of the best wine you ever had from a tiny cellar in Malibu that he bought on a whim on an afternoon drive.
mountain wino drawn by a friend i used to see almost every day in pdx and miss very much, Azad Sadjadi. but he's very busy with his art blowing up up there and i'm stoked for him. if you're in pdx, check out his site and see some of his work. (love you!)
ps this will be a series...part 2 is already done.
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