The first 50 people to come by and ask for this 8” x 10” print at todays VERTIGO OPENING at my Zerofriends store in Oakland will get it FOR FREE.
So yah, come through. 12-6PM today. 489 25th St (at Telegraph), Oakland, CA. I’ll be there around 1-4.
Here is the story of “THE AROMA”, as part of the whole “VERTIGO” Project. To read more about the origin of Verti Parker, The Nightmare Hunter, and my Vertigo project, CLICK HERE:
A 16-year old girl named Hailey Chapman attended a small high school in Cottonwood, Colorado. After her best, and only friend, Melissa passed away from Leukemia when Hailey was 13, she began to overeat for comfort. By the time she was 16, Hailey was the heaviest girl in her school, and got teased relentlessly for it. Fearful and frustrated with her piers, Hailey fell into a deep depression, which only led to her eating even more. Her parents attempted to find treatment, but Hailey was unresponsive to any help. Eating was the only thing that made her not want to die, she explained. One night shortly before her 18th birthday, however, Hailey’s outlook changed. Hailey had often dreamed about Melissa, who had always comforted her in her dreams. But on this particular night, in this particular dream, Melissa suddenly fell disgusted with Hailey, and joined in on the belittling kids from her school. An entire nightmare filled with the only person who accepted her, Melissa, chanting and laughing maniacally at how obese Hailey was. In a complete turnaround of habits, Hailey barely touched her food after that dream. At first, it was a welcome habit, as everyone around her congratulated her for making such a transition. But each night, her nightmares got more disturbing, as Melissa was no longer just heckling her in her dreams. Instead, she was force-feeding Hailey mounds of lard, candy and uncooked meat, and then laughing even harder than before. Hailey’s fear of food turned into a complete phobia, as she would not allow anything to go in her mouth, not even her toothbrush. Once again, fearful for her life, Hailey’s parents attempted to get help, but Hailey was unresponsive. Her parents would sneak glucose IVs into her when she fell asleep from simple exhaustion, barely keeping Hailey alive as they watched her transform from 320 pounds to 105 in 6 months. Often too weak to speak, occasionally Hailey would mention the dreams about Melissa, which is when Hailey’s parents, as a last leap of faith, contacted Verti.
When Verti arrived, he was almost certain that Hailey’s body would be too weak and malnourished to handle the exorcism, and feared that she may die in the process. Hailey’s parents were convinced that she was going to die soon on her own accord if they did not force help upon her. The extraction was violent, and Hailey did come close to death, but she survived. But what had ejected itself from her body when Verti played his melody was more bizarre than anything he had ever witnessed. Standing before Verti, his team, the psychologists, and Hailey’s parents, was a large, dripping lump of what can only be described as a pair of cartoon eyes and an oversized grinning mouth floating amongst a giant lump of dripping Neapolitan ice cream mixed with every type of desert, grease, and junk food imaginable. And while it sat there, smothering Hailey’s frail body and oozing all over the carpet, every person, including Verti, was mesmerized. The aroma it was emitting was intoxicating. The sweet smells that instantly drenched the room seemed to magically entice everyone in its vicinity. One of the doctors was the first one to advance towards the beast, and she uncontrollably and happily dove face first into its gooey torso, munching in delight on it’s fat. Then instantly turned around, and her face had morphed into something terrifying. With a colorful mess all over her face, she revealed red eyes and newly sharpened teeth and dove at Hailey’s mother, chomping on her shoulder viciously. Then, Hailey’s father’s eyes rolled back into his head and as he smiled he fell directly into the belly of the beast and began making loud euphoric chomping noises. Instantly, he turned and fiercely dove towards one of Verti’s assistants, devouring his entire face in one bite. Verti, though usually the strong, unaffected one, was uncontrollably meandering dizzily like a drunk lemming over to the huge blob of lard and ecstasy that was somehow dancing without moving in the middle of the room. But he was stopped short as he felt a sharp pinch on his nose. As Verti coughed, he shook his head and snapped out of his trance, realizing that a wooden clothespin had been jammed on his nose. Looking to his left, he saw his most faithful assistant, Yeti, who was aptly nicknamed for his size and “legendary” accuracy with a rifle, grinning the largest grin Verti had ever seen. Yeti was quick to point out that he lost his sense of smell in a chemical burn accident as a teenager, thus making him the only one not susceptible to the nightmare’s trance. Realizing this he figured Verti could use his help if either of them wanted to defeat this candied glutton. At that moment, with a goofy clothespin pinching his nose, Verti and Yeti got their weapons and got to work….
Done and done! Got this free print as well! So fucking stoked. Had a hella good day. :]