DOOM on my desk

[El Dingo]

DM is the only one who truly understands me.

As you know, My house is littered with KB paintings. His Gator and Rhino have never failed to lift my spirits when I'm feeling down. His mini-skull on our mantle is nothing short of brilliant.

DM's painting of me has adorned my wall for 20+ years. I still find new subliminal depths every time I look at it.

I have a finely honed wooden blunt instrument from LB and the unfinished Epee handle from the Yeti.

You've seen the skull from Greg's 'House on Haunted Hill' on our spooky shelf and it never fails to get comments from visitors. The Chucky head and Iron Man sign are for special guests only (or till we get a bigger house). Oh crap - I forgot to show you guys the Iron Man sign and that movie is going to kick ass.

If someone offered me a Picasso or Van Gough for any of these items I'd tell them to get stuffed. Really.

I have a very narrow view of 'perceived value' and the value I get from looking at items made by my friends is incalcuable. Everything from Raccoon penis bones, cheese balls and DOOM Zippos have influenced what I feel is important in life.

When I visit my sister's 2.5M home and see the Crate-and-Barrel crap they have on the walls I have to laugh.

We live in a strange world.