About me, motherfucker!
My hobbies
include twisting wire into various creatures, sketching,
drawing with technical pens and pencils, silk-screening and
making "stuff" from other stuff found around the garage and in
garbage.
I like to listen to TOOL, Butthole Surfers, KMFDM, Jimi
Hendrix, Frank Zappa, Alice Cooper, David Bowie, Iggy Pop,
Pink Floyd's THE WALL, random punk and heavy metal and other
loud Obnoxious Music!
And... Bite me...!
OK,
since you came to see my page
here is my sob story.
(Yeah, I know... poor me.)
Om July 28th, 1988 I was riding my bicycle and I was hit by a
car...
It blasted into my left side, breaking both bones in my shin.
Then I landed on the roof, crushing it to the steering
wheel. At that time my right arm was inside the broken
windshield. The car then hit another car. With my right arm
still inside the windshield I was thrown from the car, my
arm was ripped almost completely off, it was attached to me by
only a piece of flesh of my inner arm. I flew and landed 30
feet away. While my body was lying in the street, waiting for
emergency rescue, a very kind doctor that was stuck in the
traffic, argued with police at the scene, ending with that Dr
screaming at the officer, "I'm a fucking doctor, let me in!"
That doctor checked on me while I was in the coma and he would
talk to my mom and make sure she was ok. I met that doctor a
few years after it happened and he's the one that told me
about his involvement that day and I finally had the chance to
thank him for everything he did for me
I was in a coma for 8 days, in the hospital a total of 69.
I've lost most of the use of my right hand, and YES, i was
right handed, I now have severe nerve damage and missing
muscle tissue in my right arm and hand and partial use of it,
I also suffer from CONSTANT
FUCKING PAIN in my arm from the nerve damage. So I
now draw, write and do most everything else with my left hand.
I also have double vision, so, i wear one of the eyepatches
that I've been making for about 30 years so i only see one
image.
Buttt, anyway...
As a result of this accident it helped me realize one thing...
Before my accident I didn't know what I wanted to do with my
life,
I was a Relocation
Engineer* at the time and I knew I wanted to do
something else. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was
creative, always loved movie make-up and special effects.
I still find that a fascinating field, but never knew enough
about breaking into that field. But I realized that the
only thing that I EVER really wanted to be was an artist,
just an artist! When I was in the hospital, I didn't know
how bad my arm actually was, so I asked one of my doctors if I
could take my arm out of the sling so I could try to
draw, he said, "Sure" and left my room, when I took my
arm out of the sling and put a pencil in my hand and...
nothing happened… I couldn't move my hand at all. All I
wanted to do was draw and I couldn't, my right hand can't
even fucking move anymore! I was devastated, my one passion,
taken away from me! All i wanted to do was fucking draw and i
couldn't... but I still wanted to draw. So, I did the only
thing I could think of, I picked up the pencil with my left
hand and I started to draw, it wasn't the best
sketch I ever did, but I did it, actually was a theme
I've done before, a dude with his eye hangin out, but my mom
thought it was pretty telling, since I drew him with his right
eye hanging out and at the time, my right eye was closed and
the doctors said that it might never open and if it did, I
might not be able to see out of it, BUT I fooled them, it
opened and now i see twice as good cuz I see double
now! Since then I've taught myself to draw better with my
left hand than I ever could right-handed. It takes me longer
to get it the way I want, but I'm satisfied with the results.
If you want to see my first lefty drawn pic, click
here.
I know it's not very good, but it was the first time I ever
tried to draw with my left hand...
BTW that old pic is pre-accident Garry, when I had 2 working
eyes, 2 working hands and a habit of flipping off the camera
when it was pointed at me.
If you don't care,
Well,
then,
That's not my problem,
now is it?
And...
Ya can ALL just,
Bite me . . . !
But,
if you like what you see
this is Melissa...
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