In 2005 he went to Mongo's house and learned how to Shreve shift. Tom went on the road after that. He moved to San Francisco where he sold his signature series trucker hats. He made enough money for a cup of coffee. Tom got so buzzed up on this coffee that he had another good idea. Go home to Pennsylvania. He started singing "Sweet Home Pennsylvania," as he rode a little tricycle he stole off a four year old. He lost his breaks coming down the rockies. Had to use his shoes. He wore the treads of his shoes till they where beat down to a nub. His feet smelled like dead road kill. He finally made it into a small town in PEnnsylvania. Sleep and coffee deprived he came up with the City and Abstraction series .... (PART II) tomorrow.. TO BE CONTINUED

After the City in Abstractions series. Tom again ran out of ideas. So he just kept making abstractions of abstractions. Soon there became the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction of the abstraction. Tom was becoming mad. crazy almost running out of ideas. So he went to his brother Mongo. "Hey Mongo I am out of ideas for art pieces what can I do?"
Mongo replied, "Paint Bigfoot, Ughhh!."
Tom took this idea to heart. He decided to chase after the illusive bigfoot to see if he would let Tom paint him. All hopped up on Coffee and Cigarettes Tom set out on his journey.
(Part 3 tomorrow) To be continued.....

No my gramma told me this story. I will write more tomorrow.

Tom started his search by watching the x-files and documentarys on big foot. While watching a cheasy 60’s bigfoot documentary Tom picked up some very important information. He learned about how to tell the difference between big foot poop and normal bear poop. In the documentary it showed a guy tasting different poop samples. The bigfoot poop tasted more bitter then the bear.
With this new found knowledge Tom went to the backwoods of Pennsylvania. Otherwise called Pennsyltucky. Tom didnt realize all the rednecks that lived in Pennsyltucky.
He went into the heart of redneck country which was a small town filled with rednecks. Tom thought that if rednecks where good hunters that they would know where bigfoot was.
“Mmmm I reckon I’ll have the french fried taters.” A redneck in a flannel said as Tom passed him going into the resteraunt.
“I’ll take a ten cups of coffee and some radishes” Tom said.
“Anyone know where bigfoot is?” Tom blurted at as the room went quiet.
Everyone stood there staring at Tom with their jaws dropped as he was dunking a radish into a cup of coffee. Tom thought that their jaws where dropped because he was talking about bigfoot.
(to be continued.)

Tom sneaks up on the gigantic big foot. He trys not to make a sound. But Tom's stomach started to growl from all the coffee he drank. Just as he began army crawling down over the hill the Big Foot heard the stomach rumble. Big Foot started running at Tom. Tom was scared he began curling up into the fital position.
"He Tom". Big Foot said with a low growl.
"How do you know my name?" Tom said as he looked up not so scared anymore.

Just lilke something off of Star Wars the Big Foot said, "Tom I am your father."
Then Tom remebered that one day as a child....
(To be Continued.)

He remembered as a child his mother (before she got shot by hunters) never told him who his father was. Considering that Tom&'s mom was a crackhead and slept with every man on the block Tom didnt want to know. Tom also remembered the time when he first started painting.
It was back in 1987. It was a dark and cloudy day. Tom started off his day at 4pm (the time Tom normally wakes up) with a large fart. After he cleared his colon then refilled it with coffee. In those days tom played with ninja turtles, he tore both heads off the ninja turtles. He rolled this heads off the wall like he was playing with a baseball and mit. Only Tom was poor all he had was his hands and ninja turtle heads. Tom did this for hours. Til he finally got bored. He remembered that his grandma Edith "Poopsy"; Shreve had got him some water paints for christmas. Tom had eaten all the colors accept for black and red. He went to get a cup of water to chase these last to wafers of paint down. (Tom didnt know that they where for painting). Tom came back and as he was coming in he spilled water on the. A funny pattern was made on the floor with this paints. He found an old piece of toilet paper and began painting on it. He dipped a ninja turtle head in and started to paint with it. This was Tom's first crude experience at painting.
(To be continued)

Your gonna have to wait mongo this **** doesnt happen over night. And stop the stupid smiley faces.

The founding of Shreveport
Shreveport was founded by Tom Great Great Grandfather Stub Shreve. Stub got his name from an accident he had when he was working for a blacksmith. He was beating on hot metal sword when he mistakenly thought his hand was the sword. He smacked it a good one with the slege hammer. He lost most of his arm. After they everyone in town called him stubby, or stub for short. The town at this time was called Willisville.
Stub had to end his career as a blacksmith. He began his look for a new job. He went to a goat farmer. Stub couldnt milk the goats cause of his hand.
Stub went to several other jobs and the same thing happened.
Stub went into depression. He just sat at the bar and drank. He began to grow a great stench. This smell filled the whole town.
Everyone left.
Stub Shreve was the only one left.
He switched the name to Shreveport.
The second greatest accident of Stubs life was the day an ape was walking through town. He again mistakened the ape for something else. He slept with it and had a baby. Tom’s Great Grandfather Ape Boy Shreve.

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