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, May 29, 2007

So, Prom.

Y'know how when something totally crappy happens to you, you feel like you should've seen it coming? Like, there were signs along the path to this ultimate ruination?

I knew my day was going to suck as soon as my laptop stopped working. Fuck, I thought, I'm off to great start. Then I remove all the furniture from my room. I would regret this move later in the day. I paint my room for several hours, then get into my $1500 Gucci last season tux and head to prom.

Prom, or as it should be called, the Maelstrom; I was sucked in and as hard as I struggled, I couldn't crawl out. Let's back up a few weeks, to me asking a girl to prom. Really like her, too. She says no. Disheartened, I seek an explanation. She tells me that she doesn't believe in prom, and thinks it's a stupid idea, and that she won't go with anyone. Fair enough, says I. About fifteen minutes into the dance, she arrives. At first I'm puzzled. What is she doing here? Then I realized that she was here as my best friend's date. Wtf! Needless to say, what was left of my good mood had evaporated by this point.

During the brief intervals between their freakdancing liaisons, they would send me "concerned" looks, to make sure I was okay. Don't worry about me guys, I'm just dandy. Fuckers.

Then I go home, it's time to crash. Unfortunately, I'd moved all of my furniture out of my room. I curled up on the floor and fell asleep.

That was my day.

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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.