Official Blog Of Patrick Hartley

PROFILE

Patrick Hartley was born in New Zealand.

Simply put, he knows about gravity merely by reputation. If you want to find Patrick, look to the rooftops, and the fire escapes of downtown Seattle. Patrick is also a cartoonist, with a published graphic novel called Noir coming out in late August.

Currently, Patrick is training night and day to become a great traceur, which is his ultimate goal these days.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Crazy Neighbor

Me and Toni had a wild night last night.

The full moon really does bring out the weird side of people. For example, my usually docile, although overly friendly neighbor. Toni went over the screen door of my room and noticed someone standing in the adjacent yard.

"Dude, there's someone standing right fucking there."

"Wha?"

"He's in white, and he's like pacing or some shit"

I went to go see, and sure enough, it was my neighbor. He seemed to be having trouble with his balance, wandering around his yard, muttering and gesturing. My initial theory was that he was on a hands-free bluetooth set or something, but that seemed rather unlikely at 1:00 AM. Maybe he was calling China.

Me and Toni watched him for about 15 minutes, until eventually one of us had the serious lapse of judgement to turn on a light. He immediately stared straight through the window, at us.

We booked.

Eventually me and Toni escaped from the house, but not wanting to waste the night we went to the old buildings at Fircrest, changed a few church signs, and *accidentally* hit either a car or a house with a speed bump, we're not sure which. Those old buildings. Apparently the big one's getting torn down soon. I've always wanted to get inside that building. The shadows that get cast through the trees late at night in the moonlight, pouring into the rooms are beautiful. I can see them sometimes through the windows. Some people think it's haunted. Others say it's the scene of a murder, or a suicide.

In my opinion, it's just an old, forgotten building that has passed into myth and urban legend.

We got back home and went to bed. Toni took off around 4:20 AM. About 10 minutes later, the creepy guy was back in the yard. He seemed to be pacing. I eventually fell asleep but not before running through about thirty worst case scenarios in my mind.

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NEWS

Patrick is out of commission for a while, as of 4:15 PM, Sunday August 12 following a severe injury to his lower back.

He was performing a backflip and his rotation was too fast; he overshot the landing and impaled the small of his back on a spike coming off a fence.

He wants everyone to know that sadly no, he didn't get it on camera, but it looked cool as fuck, and he'll be back on the streets soon.