Here we are, it's already August and so far, we have lived 214 days of 2015. I don't know about you, but I could pretty much do with a complete mind erase over this entire year. Much like Clementine vs. Joel in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I'm impulsive and maybe laying in a bed that I've made. This year has easily been one of the worst. Ehhhh, I shouldn't lie to you, it's for sure, most definitely, positively been the worst year I've ever had in my 28 years of life. When I look back on times I thought I was experiencing what my Grandpa and I call, "Whale-shit-at-the-bottom-of-the-ocean-depression" (whale shit= you can't literally get lower on this planet then where whale shit lands), I want to laugh because like the old adage says, things can always get worse.
And they will.
However, we need not throw in the towel like I did with much of this year. Let's start over, today even. So I didn't follow through yet again with my 365 days of Abe starting from January 1st, but I make the rules here and maybe I want to start AbeADay on August 1! Until I arbitrarily change the rules again about my blog, here are the Abes from August 1 (Day 213) and August 2nd (Day 214).
These guys are Avon bottles from 1972 that have a little bust of Abe that you decapitate to use the wild country aftershave that lays at the center of Abe's little chest cavity. Anyway, I've been sort of collecting them lately as they are very cheap, and I get a laugh painting them in all kinds of ways. Here we have black and gold renditions, reverse mirror images of each other.