Where Has The Time Gone?!?

I lost my Internet connection at home so I haven’t been able to post for awhile, my apologies.

Luckily for me and you, not much has happened to me lately.

Summer has been great. I soldout of all of my issues of the second volume of the Lipstick Diaries and my short story collection, “Hitler High: Pandora’s Bong, Some Haiku’s and a Short Story or Two” has now sold a little over 100 copies after two years of release.

I’m still playing keyboard with the Denver band Mr. Pacmen. At some of their upcoming shows I’ll be playing sweet heavy metal guitar. I’ve never done that before so wish me luck!

I’m working currently on volume 3.0 of the Lipstick Diaries which I’ll put out in October. I’m going to make it an all Halloween issue so I’m working on writing a long horror story (think John Bellairs!), part two of Nightmares and Desires and probably some drawings of monsters and other seasonal themes.

I’ve run into some money problems this summer so I’m delaying the shoot for my next short film, “Blue Sky” till early winter. This will probably be better since it’s a horror short and winter skies are always scarier than summer’s.

So, until next time….

An Old Short, Short Story From 02/26/2009

Note: I found this when I was cleaning out my house, written in one of my journals. No edits, just straight to the page. Incidentally, the entry before this was from February 14, the day after I saw Hot White for the first time play. They performed at Ethan McCarthy’s 25th birthday party at FunHaus (Ethan’s DIY space right next door to Jesus Saves in downtown Denver) with one of my favorite bands ever, MOM (from Sacramento, CA).

Everyone had believed the accident was not Mimi’s fault. The town had quite gone back to normal. Hardly a fuss was made of the death of three men in a remote cabin with what is believed to be an ax, though one was never found. Not much frankly was to be found in the town anymore anyways.

Yes, the town wasn’t what it used to be but no one could find fault in someone, something or maybe some mighty external cause on which to lay blame. And so, there we stood with packed bags by the town foundation, waiting for a bus as it began to heavily snow.

“Shannon told me her family is moving to St. Alberg. It sounds nice!” I said.  jumping around to keep warm.

Kiki squinted at me and moved her mouth so her cigarette pointed upwards like a cartoon character’s.

“So what?” She spat out.

I continued to hop from foot to foot. “I don’t know…just trying to make small talk, you know? Tryin’ to stay warm.”

“Oh poor Wallin, my skinny little darling. we must fatten you up someday. Unlike so flabby, layered me.” She said and pointed at her stomach.

Kiki, though she hardly weighed more than a starched napkin forever thought of herself as flabby. I didn’t argue, for over time I had learned this wasn’t a moment to speak. Instead, I looked at her and wondered what had happened in the woods those many years ago.

Some Fliers for the Last Few Shows

I’m going to take some time off from live performing for awhile (months, years, decades, centuries?…who knows!) but over the next thirty plus days there will be a plethora of opportunities to see me play. Here’s some fliers I made for a few of the last shows…..check out the Shows sections for the dates and locations…..

Last Tripp Nasty Show March 23 v2

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