road burn hot sauce made to commemorate our year long road trip!!

what a great time making hot sauce with my lil'big bro launce... launce proposed we make a sauce to commemorate our road trip and man did we.



no.17 special road trip sauce • small batch • garlic, habanero & ghost pepper (naga jolokia) flavor



a bottle of this special sauce is only $16.66 postage paid - this price is very reasonable in comparison to small batch hot sauce, some costing in upwards of $300. ber bottle! this is NOT a cheap, wal mart stocked sauce that taste more like vinegar than a savory, smoked pepper.



only 13 - 5 oz. bottles available... signed and numbered.

made from the naga jolokia pepper or the ghost pepper, one of thee hottest of all peppers, habanero peppers, garlic, onion, salt, apple cider vinegar, honey and secret stuff.




and or try the original no.17 ghost pepper sauce... available from my lil/big brother launce at: hotsauceno.17@gmail.com

or try his facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hotsauce-No-17/143506122270?ref=ts

mother mary, father time and my old stompin' grounds - chicago trip pt.2

the mother mary lawn display is/was a staple in the chicago neighborhoods I've lived in... I don't/didn't see it alot in most of the places I've traveled, so I wonder if it's just a midwestern thing?



this was the home we owned in hammond, indiana... when the new owner got a look at me, she did the sign of the cross and ran away praying... think I'm kidding?



here's what the current owners spray painted on the door of my studio... it's been on the door for close to 5 years now. it's the third place I've owned or rented that priests have been called in to bless my mess.



I had parents but not a mother or father - this is marie, she owns the bait shop next to our old hammond home... she's one of the ladies I call mom. I miss her, it was great to see her.




standing in the fountain of time, in the middle of chicago, taking pictures... the cops pulled up and then pulled away.... hehehe.



the mass of humanity...



sculpted by Lorado Taft and the white rabbits.




this sculpture stands in chicago's washngton park.



father time and the grim reaper look very similar, no?



for some reason frank lloyd wright is a big deal... I don't like his box style, but this window was ok.



one of the brides of ghost hunter richard crowe... a very entertaining play written by mike flores, the fella behind the psychotronic film society.



my old stompin grounds hasn't changed that much... my memories of the chicago neighborhood bridgeport will always have a place in my heart.



the palmer house is a nice place to hang... such incredible ornamentation and art.

our trip on the train and eating our way across chicago...

amy and myself have been together in a legal sense for 13 years as of sept 21st... we decided to jump the train to chicago to celebrate...

we had a picnic of wine, crackers, cheese, sausage, nuts, seeds and apples... amtrak's food is rotten - trader joe's aint.

we decided to bring 4 camera's each and we'd try to take a ton of photos.

I love the train because of the wild mix of folk you meet.

and the religious fanatics always seem to despise all who differ.

but they have no choice...

they gotta deal... and that's where the fun for me comes in.

the lounge car is truly a bully pulpit at times.

chicago's greek town is always a blast... filo dough, feta and honey - awesome!

the parthenon has the BEST gyros in the fucking world!!!

burritos as big as your head.

my good pal mike - a brother till the end - known him over 20 years.

in elgin the only friendly/happy folks you'll find ride the bus... they, for the most part are foreigners and the genetically challenged...

the rest of elgin, il - unfriendly consumers void of all - a real wasteland of working class who like to pretend their middle class and the middle class who mix with the workers in order to make themselves feel better.


I'm having a blast and feel real lucky to have found amy - the best gal around - a true friend - always.

more from the road soon.

I want this dick out of my house!!! help sway the plaster cock cast fate

mike diana's dick as it sits today, in my studio.



ok, I wanted some advice...

you see there's this dick bothering me... mike diana's dick or is it cynthia plaster casters dick... I could have sworn it was my dick.

here's the long and the short of said dick...

cynthia plastercaster and myself used to be real good pals, then I moved, and we lost touch. when I tried to reestablish contact and was ignored, I was sure it had to be an oversight, so I tried again and again until I received a fuck off note.

the note from cynthia basically said, she wanted nothing to do with me because I tried to sell the cock cast of mike diana she had given me... the deal was I could NOT sell it.

as you can see from the pictures, I still have the cock, therefore having never sold it.

so, as I still have the cast and haven't sold it, I was, and still am a bit pissed off by this made up drama... I did use the cast to try and sell other mike diana items... the ol' bait and switch if you will, but that doesn't break any fake rule. I'm of the mind that if you give someone something, ultimately they can, and will do whatever the fuck they want with it... regardless of a laughable request like telling someone what they can and can't do with a gift.

as I've honored more artist than a groupie honors cock, I never thought of selling it or breaking the oath... really, I like the stuff I have/had especially when it has a personal story attached... the cock-cast in question used to hold fond memories of times with mike and cynthia, cynthia at the wedding, hanging out in bridgeport, drinking at clubfoot... fond memories indeed.

after her fuck off note I have nothing but anger/betrayal issues when I look at it and desperately want it gone... so I ask for your advice.

A. I'll be heading to chicago soon, do I leave it with one of her friends?
B. do I add it to one of the sculptures I'm creating and make it my own and then sell it?
C. I'd like to propose smashing it or throwing in in the sea or the chicago river... but I can't for the life of me destroy another's art.
D. maybe donate it to someplace like: http://www.museumofsex.com/
E. I'd love to trade it for sexual favors cuz trade ain't sellin, right?
F. or possibly leave it behind as a 'tip' when I head to http://www.kumascorner.com for the slayer burger?

I'll be in chicago the last week of sept and again the second week of october... when I come 'home' I want this dick out of my house - I'm willing to take it to chicago with me... hell, I'd really love to bring it with me and leave it behind with the rest of my midwestern memories.

yea, I might just do that, bring it with and leave it behind that is... I'm going to chicago for the last time, excluding business of course... the point of my trip is, let's say a huge ritual of sorts... I'm going to bury my mother (disclaimer: not literally, figuratively, like excluding an asshole from ones life.) and all of the midwestern memories that still haunt me to this day.

your opinions/offers could help sway the cock-cast's fate...

here's a link to cynthia's site where she sells her cock cast art: http://www.cynthiapcaster.org



cynthia and mike.