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David Choe... My menn..

"when I was a young lost teen , I overheard a slumlord/pimp tell one of his ho’s “ real g’s never wake up before noon, that’s for all those other mother fuckers out there.” As soon as I heard that ,even though
I really didn’t know what it was, I knew I wanted to be… a real “g” . instead I really got into
Charles Bukowski, like a lot of young lost teens, mostly through my older brother jimmy,
he had shoplifted these Robert crumb comics, where Crumb illustrated some bukowski stories about drinking
gambling and fucking , so of course we were hooked, Soon we were shop lifitng all of Bukowski’ books,
one day while reading one of his books I ran
into this line …”Never get out of bed before noon.”
I haven’t woken up before noon since 1997
because a pimp and bukowski told me so.
Bukowski wrote and said so many things that shaped my world view and opinions on life, Even when I was lost in the jungles and working in Israel , reading bukowski always made me feel like I was back at home in L.A.
he put into words what was so heavy on my mind and chest and that’s what all great artists do.
Here’s one more thing he wrote that changed everything for me.
"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. 
freezing on a park bench.
It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is
the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.
And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything
else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight
to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."
— Charles Bukowski
Here is a watercolor I did of the late great charles bukowski who saved my life through his words".


(David Choe. dirty hands, the art and crimes of David Choe)

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