Stay High

14 02 2016

mc5I wrote “stay high” in one of my stoner girlfriends’ yearbooks in my Jr. year of high school. And she left her yearbook behind in class one day and the teacher opened it and started reading the comments.  So dude called my parents and said we needed to do a drug intervention with me, just because I told her to stay high.

I didn’t do drugs like those chicks.  They were way more mature and older than me.  I started school a year earlier than I should have so I was always with older kids in the same class and I witnessed things earlier than I should have.

They would come to school on Monday, after the weekend talking about taking LSD and Cocaine and having sex with their older boyfriends.  I just listened and let it roll off my back because I knew I was way too young for that business.  But they liked me a lot so they would travail me with these stories of slutty-hood and debauchery.

So I knew they liked to party and they were my friends in school so I wrote, “stay high” in her yearbook and the adults all freaked out on me.  And her too, but she laughed it off because her parents allowed her these luxuries.

But not mine, and not that I would have wanted to do that stuff at such a young age, I wouldn’t have.  They would tell me that I needed to take LSD with them and then they would “take advantage” of me in the bedroom.

Sounds about what every high school boy dreams of, it actually happened to me but I just put it out of my mind because I knew I was going on a mission for Jesus Christ when I was 19 and I had to remain pure as I could.  But I smoked a lot of weed, and drank alcohol and made out with a lot of chicks…I just never went all the way like those crazy chicas wanted me too.

And after the discovery of “stay high” in the yearbook, I was grounded for two months by my parents.  Man, that sucked.  I got grounded a lot, and for long times too because I did some stuff I should not have done, but it was never as severe as my parents imagined, and during lecture time I never said anything, just listened to them tell me what kind of trouble I was getting into for coming home smelling like smoke.

Man, I must have driven my parents nuts in my latter high school years.  They have no idea I was merely the celibate stoner.  I just liked my brain escape from the harshness of home, but I wasn’t out womanizing or anything like my other buddies were.





Cure For Depression In The Year 2015

19 06 2015

Put down, get away from, or unplug whatever screen has your attention and go create something of beauty, anything, but do it without your electronic device.

Cook a meal from scratch out of our imagination, make something new.

Draw a picture of yourself, then do it again.

Get out of the slavery and bondage of the Internet!

It is a web that is catching its prey.

The World Wide Web.

always watching

always watching

And it has caught humanity as its victim and they don’t even realize it.





An Idealist’s Dream

17 05 2011

I have so many thoughts, ideas and things that make sense to me but sometimes I have trouble executing them.

What if there were a group of people who could have access to my ideas and really take them seriously?

Then CulturTree happened.  Whoa!

New Subject:

People stand strong on their principles and move forward with vigor, passion, rancor…whatever fuel gives them the power to believe.  Too often people believe what they hear or they believe little more than how they interpret headlines without understanding details and truth.  Quips and bumper stickers, signs and chants do not teach or develop understanding; they merely get attention.

What kills me is the thinking of the 99 percenters, for example.  They have a mob mentality, believing in an ideology most of them do not understand.

I love nutty people and ‘out-of-the-box’ ideas, but these people are straight-up crazy!

I say that because I’ve visited the ‘Occupy’ campers in Portland, Seattle and Las Vegas and found that they really are quite confused about what they believe.  The only thing they are certain about is that they are opposed to so much.  And the most dangerous element to their dogma is that they don’t even understand what it is they disbelieve; and that’s why they find it so easy to hate.  All they know for sure is that they are in opposition to the establishment.

So many of the Occupiers are nothing more than insignificant elements in a giant monkey wrenching mob.  Their individuality and freedoms are so easily given to those who tell them what to say and what to hate.

Of course this does not apply to all of the Occupiers, however it does apply to almost all of them to whom I have spoken.

There was one very sharp member of the Anonymous group who I met in Las Vegas and who demonstrated a good understanding of our Constitution, what freedom and liberty mean and who was even familiar with Dr. Bruce Lipton and Epigenetics.  I was impressed and we had a great conversation that lasted a couple of hours.  He even called Obama a dictator, which made me laugh, but he added that all of our Presidents are dictators.  That was the end of the conversation for me.  Those broad generalizations are counter productive.

Healthy debate is the key to enlightenment.  If more people would openly seek greater understanding and be willing to break down their misunderstandings this world would be full of truth and progress (not progressivISM).

Question everything and learn for yourself the truth of all things!





Two more images

3 05 2011

This one I call ‘I against I’.  I made a mistake and began to fill it in with colored pencils and hated the results.  Wish I hadn’t done that!

This is a portrait of a friend of mine, Dave Norton.  I met him years ago in Provo, Utah.  He is the younger brother of one of my neighbors and we became friends.  He was only sixteen years old, I was ten years older but he had some serious life experience under his belt and he was searching for something, I found him to be a sincere and talented young kid.





My Art, My Mind

30 04 2011

Here are a few more drawings I have from years gone by.  I have debated whether or not to share them but I decided it’s a good idea.

You can click the images for larger views.

This one I did while living in Seattle in the spring of 1992.  I was a young man and somewhat of a rebel.  I’m much smarter, or maybe just wiser these days.

...it's a lie

This one is exactly as titled.  After going through my teens and getting into my mid twenties I was forced to confront a huge inferiority complex and admit to myself that I was insecure and scared of the world.  I was an actor playing a role of confidence and seeking thrills to mask the fear, seeking chills to mask the pain.

...get yours today!

just fine, thanks!





A Sliver of the Mind’s Eye

16 04 2011

Another of my drawings.  This was done in 1993 or 1994, I’m not sure.  I really didn’t think they were of any value to me when I did them so I didn’t date them.  I’m glad I have these.  I have others somewhere that are far more spectacular, I have no clue where they are.  I hope not lost forever.  Click on the image to see the detail in a much larger version.  There’s a lot in here.  I think I drew on this thing for over a month.

Vaughn Brown





The Frayed Ends of Sanity

16 04 2011

This drawing has a lot of meaning to me.  I posted a photo of part of it in my previous bloggage after tweaking it in Photoshop a little bit for effect; but this is the original.  I love it for several reasons.  I drew this in the early winter of 1993 while working at a mental hospital.  Yup, I worked at the loony bin.  Makes sense if you think about it.  I call it The Frayed Ends of Sanity. And I was completely and totally 100% sober, no mind or mood altering substances partaken of during this time.

(drawn with ball point pen on typing paper)








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