Acid Heroes

November 8, 2017

Miss LaPointe



I remember my freshman English teacher. Miss LaPointe. Man she was hot. She was red hot. She was a very attractive woman. Even her name was hot. Miss LaPointe. I think she was French. Talk about being “hot for teacher.”

Nobody ever cut Miss LaPointe’s class. The room was always packed. People would be fighting to get front row desks. There would be people lined up in the hallway. Standing Room Only. Hoping to get a seat in the classroom.

Miss LaPointe wasn’t TRYING to be sexy. But she was so beautiful she couldn’t HELP being sexy. She’d wear these conservative 3-piece suit kind of outfits. But with the first couple of buttons of her blouse unbuttoned. Just enough to give you just a hint of her cleavage. And every now and then she’d bend over to get something from her desk. And for a split second you’d think that one of her breasts might pop out. And there would be an audible gasp. And every male in the class — as well as several of the female lesbians in the class — would be riveted with our attention. It was a classroom learning experience for all of us.

But the thing I most remember about Miss LaPointe. She was a great English teacher. Every book she turned us onto was a classic and well worth reading. Stuff like Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men” (“Tell me about the rabbits, George.”).

But the thing I most remember was this one classroom writing assignment. “OK,” said Miss LaPointe. “I want everyone in the class to be silent for the next 15 minutes. And I want you to write down whatever thoughts happen to randomly pop into your head. Whatever you happen to be thinking, just write it down ”

That seemed like a pretty novel approach. And I would spend the next 40 years of my life as an artist doing exactly that.



July 1, 2017


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Acid Heroes

I’ll sometimes hear writers talking about “writer’s block.”  I have no idea what they’re talking about.  I’ve never had that problem.  My problem is I can’t stop writing.  I couldn’t stop spewing out all this verbiage if I tried.
I started keeping a daily journal in 1993.  Twenty years later I have boxes and boxes of the things.   Hundreds and hundreds of these notebooks, every page, every line, filled with my feverish, scribbled scrawls (I’m told within 20 years “cursive writing” will have become completely archaic, so a lot of good the things’ll do me since nobody will be able to read the damn things).  I just find something really satisfying about taking the garbled chaos of my daily life and stringing into together in a linear form.  I might not know what life is, or what life is about.  But at least I can kind of…

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May 23, 2017

Twisted Image #1: “Punk Rockers for Christ”

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The front cover to Twisted Image #1. Published in July 1982. I was madly in love with this chick at the time, who was into punk rock. So I put the whole thing together in the hopes of impressing her and therefore I would get laid. I was 25 years old. And could barely think of anything but sex back then.

The headline on the cover was “PUNK ROCKERS FOR CHRIST” and “SID VICIOUS DIED FOR YOUR SINS.” It was a half-assed attempt at satire and really doesn’t make much sense and is hardly profound. I was just trying to come up with an image that would grab people’s attention.

When the issue was printed — Twisted Image #1 for those of you keeping score at home — I dropped off big stacks at all the happening punk rock clubs at the time. The Mab, the On Broadway, the Elite Club, etc.

And I remember this young punk guy with a mohawk coming up to me at the On Broadway and vigorously shaking my hand.

“I LOVED that cover!” he told me. “I’m a punk rocker for Christ myself! I love punk rock and I’m ALSO a born-again Jesus freak!!”

I decided against mentioning to him that I meant the cover as satire.

But I realized at that moment: You throw your art out to the public. And the public is gonna react to your art in their own unpredictable ways.

PS. I did end up getting laid eventually. But it took me another 10 years before I finally impressed that punk rock chick.





January 8, 2016

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