A MESSAGE FROM MY CUBS HAT

[Rather than me blabbering on and on about how awesome the Cubs are, I decided to turn things over to my Cubs hat]

Oh Holy Christ, he bought a 12 pack of Old Style. What a lame stereotype Justin has become. Before I know it he'll be...oh FUCK, he bought peanuts too. He's almost too predictable. Thankfully his Roomie is present so he won't be masturbating every time Ryan Theriot comes up to the plate. Then again, if he drinks all 12 of those disgusting beers me may just whip out his dick and wave it at the TV (I've been witness to this before).

All day he keeps fantasizing about Ron Santo raping Joe Torre with one of his prosthetic legs. And that's the least of the fucked up shit running through his head. If the Cubs don't win tonight, I fear he may OD on Evan Williams whiskey and Camel Lights. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Then again, I could end on the head of some other lame asshole on the North Side who happens to wear a size 7 1/8 hat. That would be TRAGIC.

Still, I hope the Cubs kick the living shit out of the Dodgers tonight. At the least, that would save me from being turned into a Rally Cap. That shit really hurts. Also, if they prove victorious the dumb asshole will probably pass out early and leave me the hell alone. Of course, if they win tonight, and the series against the Dodgers, and whoever they play next, he'll never leave me alone. He'll wear me all the time and, gulp, consider me a symbol of good luck.

Damn, I'm fucked either way.

R.I.P. SOLVE

Per standard operating procedure, I got to work this morning and proceeded to spend 30 minutes reading the news on-line. More times than not, this leaves me feeling slightly depressed, as there are almost always multiple articles chronicling various homicides that took place over the weekend.

Of the four people senselessly murdered this weekend, the tragic death of local street artist Solve hit me the hardest. Mind you, I did not know him personally, but I knew his work, and it makes me sad that someone so passionate about their craft is gone, lost to a seemingly senseless act of violence.

Although I am but a casual observer of the street art scene, and have no personal relation to it, I always appreciated the beauty in the images that add so much life to the urban environment. Many people may consider these artists a nuisance, but they are anything but.

I realize this is one of those posts that many of my readers won't relate to, but I wanted to do whatever I could to keep his memory alive, or perhaps provide some level of exposure (no matter how small) to his work.

Those that were his friends and family will miss him more than myself, I suppose, but Goddammit, this shit makes me sad...my heart goes out to those that lost a brother, friend and/or son.

Just today I thought to look for video of Solve on-line, and I think this video expertly sums up his work. It also made me cry, more than once.

[PS - if the person that posted these images on Flicker would like me to take these down, just let me know...I don't want to step on anyones toes, as it were.]