Where is it, you ask...

The Magnificent Scuffler

EXT. ROUTE 66 - DAY 

Hiram and his best friend Monroe walk the empty road.   

                      HIRAM 

      Truth be told, I’d grapple for free. 

      No lie. It might sound silly, but when

      I’m a'going at it against a fellah, a

      calm comes over me. It feels peaceful. 

                      MONROE 

      Maybe your spirit has found its purpose. 

                      HIRAM 

      Is that some Indian way of thinking? 

                      MONROE 

      ...I guess.  I am an Indian. 

                      HIRAM 

      “My spirit has found its purpose.” 

       That's good. Hey, how come you always

       sound so smart, Monroe? 

                      MONROE 

                 (a beat; then) 

       I guess I think about what I say before

       I say it.  

                      HIRAM 

       That’s it? 

                      MONROE 

                (another long beat) 

       That’s it. 

Hiram stares at Monroe for an even longer beat, then: 

                      HIRAM 

       Thought I’d try it, but couldn’t come

       up with nothing.

Dialogue and illustrations from "The Magnificent Scuffler",  my screenplay about the advent of professional wrestling in the 1930's.

                                                                   (Acrylic on vintage wall paper)

Almost...

My Uncle Hardell likes to say all politicians are nincompoops.    He points out that no one really liked, trusted or hung out with the dorks who ran for office back in high school and college -- and those are the same dimwits smiling on your T.V. today.
                                                                                (Acrylic, india ink on 10 x 10 board)

Two Questions for the New Year

Give 'em hell in TwentyTwelve.
(acrylic, oil on found board 14x24}