Heres a new TAG I did yesterday, It's getting there

More pictures from my job, these pictures are of the different equipment we use.







This is my "TONKA," heh heh, Its called a Skid Steer. The claw on the bucket is pretty nasty. I've been stuck up to the base of this thing in mud and all you gotta do to get out is use the bucket to push yourself backwards, just dig in and push.







This is one of our forklifts, made by Nissan. We got this thing brand new and haven't had it a year yet.







This is the other forklift, we've had this for longer than I've been there. Its pretty beat but it still does the job. The bastard does piss hydraulic fluid all over the floor when you drive it though.







This is our yard truck, we use it to move trailers in and out of our bay doors. I've driven this a few times and it's not as easy as the truck drivers make it look.







And the final picture, graffiti on the side of our storage trailer. Heh heh, wasn't me but the boss told me not to get any ideas.

What up everybody! I took a bunch of pictures from my job. Some of Ya'll might know I work in a recycling plant. I drive a skid steer and a forklift. Its a tough and dirty job but on the good days it feels rewarding.







This is the front of the bailer where the bails come out and get picked up with the forklift







This is the conveyor belt where the material goes up into the bailer







This is the control panel for the bailer. The door on the left opens into the chute that the material to be bailed falls into.







Don't get into the bailer without shutting the power off, it could be hazardous to your health







This is the inside of the bailer where the ram makes the bails. The metal on the left with the slots in it is actually the ram. Its a huge block with a hydraulic piston pushing it. Now imagine being in their cleaning plastic out of the ram. Your crouched down inside and your boss comes along and slams the door shut. He did it to me one day just to fuck with me. Seriously, I jumped up as fast as could be and screamed like a little girl, "HEY I"M IN HERE, WHAT THE FUCK, HEY!" All in all it was pretty funny.




Well I've got more photos but photobucket isn't working right at the moment so I'll just put the rest up tomorow night.

Heres a new stencil I designed, I might try a bigger one with more detail. Let me know if you can make it out alright.






Heres some photo's of the trains passing through St. Jiggy, I didn't do any of these just wanted to document it. Now that I got a digital camera I'll surely be taking as many photos of graffiti I happen to see.












I was Listening to Jeremy Raboin when I posted this but the damn myspace doesn't have its members in the database when you search so........

And I walked up to the counter with two beers (24oz cans of bud ice for 99c a piece + dep, gotta love it!). A girl was behind me probably the same age as me mabye a couple years older. The guy running the gas station looks up and asks us "whos got gas?" We're both like, I don't. Next thing I know the guy is like "the fuckers, Someone ran off without paying." He starts cussing and shit, he's really pissed off. At this point I can't help but think to myself, well if you got your fucking I pod out of your ear and woke the fuck up mabye you'd be aware of whats going on around you. Anyway, I started to say to the guy, "you know its been getting worse over the past year in corelation with the gas price getting higher." All of a sudden I'm standing in the middle of an argument getting it in stereo from both the cashier and the girl. The cashier is saying "I only make 2c on a gallon." Thats why everything else in his store is marked up 200% (except the beer) . And this chick starts in like, " we work hard and make our money and we still pay for gas." Now I'm feeling like a criminal, like I stole the gas or some shit. So I stand back like whoa, "I didn't say it was right, it's not right by any means, but its a domino effect as to whats going on in our society now. At this point the girl is still raving about making money and blah blah blah, I'm independent! blah blah blah! The cashier is like fuck the government, I hate the Bush anyway! Now I'm paying for my beer and thinking get me the fuck out of here so I can go drink some beer. I say "well hav.. try to have a good one." And he says to me I'm not mad about the money I'm just frustrated.

Interesting, I tried to talk to the dude about why this kinda shit happens, and next thing I know I'm having a debate. Its funny to me how this happens all the time. Don't get me wrong I'm sure I do it to other people myself, I've probably done it to some of you before. Out of anger and frustration. Its hard to get a grip in those moments isn't it? Oh well fuck it, I got some beers and thats what matters right now!! Peace Ya'll!

Whatup Yall! Heres a few Pics of my first attempts at graff. I know, its mad simple. You gotta start somewhere and practice makes perfect. To all ya'll sick graff writers out there, much love! I'll be keepin up with ya'll in another year so expect updates!


I've also been messing around with some stencils. Heres a GONZO t-shirt I made as a tribute to Hunter S. Thompson.

Its nights like these I sit sober yet feeling like I'm coming down from an intense eight hours with a head full of acid. Insomnia, I can never sleep. This sobriety is a bastard child of my economic situation. I choose to lay on the floor in my music studio these nights. It feels more comfortable and less restricted than the room I call a bedroom. The mind does not stop when I ask it to. Thoughts from angles I thought to be laid to rest. Today's victories, tomorrow's shortcomings, will things settle in where I feel content. Ahh a small sanctuary in the good doc, the one man who's writings I can read again and again. Then I decide to write, the purpose to which GONZO. Not to be like the man but to record my insanity. To my brother freaks and weirdos, politics gives me the fear. I will attempt to contemplate no more. HA HA, Bubba this will not happen without a good head full of strong drugs and the elimination of responsibility. For I am responsible for oh so much that I hold myself accountable for. For reasons of which even I don't understand. Listening to myself debate my lifes actions as if watching an episode of Jerry Springer. Stop this madness I say as I focus on my breathing and become more aware of my physical presence. For I am a physical presence which one day must come to an end. If I could just remember this every moment without actually thinking it perhaps I could live in the moment and have each one be as filling as the next. Or maybe that's a crock of horse shit, as my uncle would say. Ah to those old farmers and men of such great ways I tip my hat to thee. The evil government is soaking that up too. Giant corporations are killing the love of the small town business man. The guy who grew up in this town and everyone knows. Ah yes they will be pushed out by an overcrowded industry too fast paced to keep up with itself. And the waste, I work in a recycling plant. Perfect paper never touched by ink, but not perfect enough for the standards of our giant corporations, bailed and sold to be made into another product of less value. All in the name of a dollar and some asshole's level of satisfaction. And on the smaller level I contribute, I do the dirty work, and trust me its dirty. I need to pay the bills too. Ah these fucking bills. The control, to break free of the chains just equals equal stress in another area of life. Catch 22, Bastard. I think of myself as weak to not break the bond, yet strong to work with what I have. To attempt to educate the youth in my locality and hope for change in the situation. However to be living within the confines I warn about simply makes me a hypocrite. The opinion of which can be left to the mind of the listener. And to the listener I always urge to do ones own research, for mine is usually flawed.