August 06, 2007
Even Though They Let Me Out Of Jail Years Ago, I Still Sleep In A Cage.
Ingrid and I, in our weekend hunt for good glass eyes and real teeth found this amazing place deep in the SFV.
It's not exactly a store, but we called from outside and they let us in.
Trussed up half finished beasts were all around.
I wonder why more people don't get their relatives taxidermied? Mom, Dad, I want to taxidermy you so we will never have to part.
And my friends, I want to taxidermy you as well. A house full of trouble free loved ones!
Stuffed Uncles drinking beer, stuffed Rene watching cable.
Those are real living people playing foosball.
Ingo lives, the Bison lives on.
When I was little, because of cartoons, I thought everyone had a bearskin rug except for my family.
The man who runs this joint was a real peach, and very helpful. He got us the eyes and teeth we needed.
And he got it together for us for what seemed like a fine price.
Real non-traditional animal lovers these guys.
4 glass eyes and a bag of deer teeth later, and we were good to go.
Jesse and Juan, Chinatown.
Googles abound.
Like I said, googles abound.
Fascination with piles.
Pile shower. And later on..
What.
A.
Melon.