Reclusive painter. I specialize in Hot Rods, Pin ups, and World War II scenes . You've seen my artwork on record covers, magazines, Fender and Gretsch Guitars ,T Shirts,posters, art /military museums etc.Need something custom done? E mail me.Im most likely found locked up in my studio drinking coffee and hopefully painting. Spend my free time trying to get a ride in a stuka ,hiding in the woods with my pal the angry stag and finding parts for my 53 Nailhead.If i could have anything today,it would be a cabin in a damp rainy wood deep in a far away land,a couple goats for company,lots of bear traps beware,so if you have old growth forest land youd like to trade for art or a couple hot rods,drop me a line,im ready.Want to know more-check the website-
I was born around 980 AD, sorry I don't have a better date my calendar was a stick. I was on a voyage with my cousin Leif Eriksson when we got lost chasing his "lucky" hat that blew off around Iceland. We met some new people and planned ..ing a brewery in the new territory. I was teaching the natives to make beer and fermented salmon when Leif took off after his hat again and forgot me. I waded out into the ocean and froze into a block of ice. I believe I was displayed at Coney Island until I thawed out around 1942, the same day a German U boat attacked the eastern seaboard, which I thought it was my long ship returning for me. I talked my way onto the submarine in exchange for a bag of Nathan's hot dogs. The U boat ended up in a shipyard in France for repairs. I operated a tank wash and detail shop near Berlin until a problem in 1945 closed business. With just my accordion and some salted Herring I hid to sleep in a pile of ammo crates to avoid the Russians. When I woke I was on an American B 17 headed back to the east coast to be scrapped into pre-fab housing. I was quickly put in a military prison for not having any identification, an accordion stuffed full of Reich marks and a thick Norwegian accent. I was able to escape by using half a pickled herring as an explosive and stole the COs staff car. I drove straight to the West coast to try to find a new Long ship thinking I was headed east and jot a job tattooing down at the Pike.Im still stuck in Long Beach scanning the port everyday for the sails of my returning countrymen and fermenting salmon in my backyard.
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