Jaco’s Random Writings

Hmm, I need to get an earlier start on these sketches and not get so distracted. I had a hard time staying awake for this. OK, so for tonight’s sketch, I started off with a simple band and slowly built that into a futuristic sky highway.

A few vehicles traveling along a skyway.

I only have 4 vehicles on there, because otherwise I would have been posting this at 4 AM. But what I kind of picture this as being a highway positioned incredibly high in the atmosphere. At least 2 miles off of the ground. This is like Everest high. I imagine you’d see a blanket of clouds below it, with land poking through once in a while. Kind of like when you’re flying international and you look out of the window. I might continue working on this for tomorrow.

Anyway, there is a funny story that will be attached to this (those 37 of you who follow my twitter will recognize this) involving me feeling very exposed in Shoprite. So I figure I’d have time to get my colored laundry done tonight, so I grab a pair of old jeans to wear. I quickly realize why I haven’t worn these jeans in a while; they had shrunk in the wash after I had gotten them. Needless to say, these were some pretty tight jeans.

I decided to drive over to Shoprite to grab some groceries. As I got out of my car, my pants tore open. They tore right along the seam from the bottom of the zipper down the inner-thigh seam 6 inches down the right pant leg. So here I was, standing in the parking lot, cussing to my self and wishing I had some safety pins at hand (note to self: carry safety pins in car). I decided to soldier on and go into Shoprite… careful not to show off the tear. I grabbed a basket and proceeded to fetch my groceries while holding the basket at crotch level the entire time. I was kind of half-walking, half-shuffling through the store, trying not to look awkward… which failed for obvious reasons.

Well, if anyone noticed that I had a massive tear running down the inner thigh of my pants, they sure did a fantastic job of not showing it. I pulled up to the checkout counter, making sure that there is no way the cashier would notice a massive tear running down the inside of my pant leg. After paying, I walked out trying to hide my exposed crotch with the two grocery bags hanging in front of the tear.. at crotch level… yeah the irony isn’t lost on me either. So upon getting into my car, my pants ripped some more. By the time I got out of my car at home, the tear literally ran from the middle of the zipper, down the inner thigh, all the way to the knee. I was mortified the entire time, hoping I wouldn’t get cited for indecent exposure or something of the like. And just when I thought life was starting to get a little mundane…