The Deal With Pants

If I don't watch it, my Levis lows are going to end up looking like that. There is a sizeable hole at the bum, big enough to slide a coupla envelopes into the slit. I don't know how the rip came about. Honest! Perhaps I washed the jeans too often and the denim became 'weak'. Hence, easily tearable. It'll be a long time till I buy anything from Levis again. So you're wondering who this arse belong to. It's Lupen Crook's. What a name.



No, Lupen Crook is no John Mayer. Not a James Blunt or a Damien Rice either. He's got a voice like Damon Albarn, sounds like how you would imgaine Albarn would be like should he decides to retire and move to the country. Folky? yes. Heartfelt? hell no. Not with a song called Ode To Paris Hilton.


Here's art by him, I think. Lupen Crook seems like the artist type [judging by the gallery on his site anyway]. Speaking of Esqueleto [the skeleton], my white pants on me look like how Nacho Libre's sidekick wore his flares in the movie. I was pissed initially but I'm trying to get used to them.