I made an NFT to commemorate the Ricky Rat vs fnnch feud (and maybe pick a fight)

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fnnch claims he’s trying to “democratize art”.

Like many self-styled street art maverick types, fnnch likes to think that he’s shaking up power structures and toppling the status quo.

Well I think fnnch is the power structure.

He’s one of the bougie elite who gets an oversized say in the world for no good reason at all. Maybe he’s the status quo that needs to be toppled.

And I think NFTs are going to shake things up. I’m not sure how, but I think they’ll be relevant to the future. I heard a podcast that said Elon Musk was going to start snatching platinum out of passing asteroids and that will crater the value of precious metals on earth (which all of our currency is based on) and then we’ll all be living on NFTs. It makes sense to me.

This NFT is not currently listed for sale, but I will entertain offers. Ownership of the NFT comes with ownership of the physical piece.

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Art Haus Happy Haur on the Russian River, part 2. Featuring Bo McGee and Jeni Laboy.

The complete Ricky Rat vs Fnnch saga
The complete Ricky Rat vs Fnnch saga

Throughout the pandemic, the feud between Ricky Rat and fnnch became a parable about the battle for the soul of San Francisco. It was also a fun diversion in dark times.

I minted my first NFT
I minted my first NFT

The name of this piece is P.S.We Sho Uld Beto Gether2 and that’s pronounced exactly as it’s written. This is an original work of art by Bo McGee and possession of the NFT also reflects ownership of the IRL physical work of art, a 36” x 48” multimedia canvas piece.

Art Haus Happy Haur on the Russian River, part 1
Art Haus Happy Haur on the Russian River, part 1

Bo and Jeni talk Ricky Rat vs Fnnch, gentrification in street art, the politics of flag burning, and more

I sh*t my pants on the way to a fancy dinner party in Bolivia (and got away with it)

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I sh*t my pants on the way to a fancy dinner party in Bolivia (and got away with it)

In part 2 of Shitting My Pants & The Death of My Father, I tell Mike about the time I shit my pants while I was about to leave the house for a fancy dinner party in Bolivia. And when I say “about to”, I mean my wife and a close friend were waiting in the car and I shit my pants while walking out the front door of our apartment.

And I got away with it too.

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