Remain Cool… Don’t Smoke… Don’t Drink… Walk!

4 years of recovery… ready?

When I turned 21 I was over 300lbs of butt-crack, beer, cigarettes, and bipolar meds. I realized I didn’t like any of that stuff anyway.

My babysitter nurse at OUR Homes in Lincoln wouldn’t let me stay home during adult daycare at Southville: the program of sitting on a couch all day and a peanut butter jelly sandwich for lunch.

She said you don’t have to go to daycare, but you can’t stay here. So I walked Lincoln bike trails and sidewalks 5-10 hours a day for 3 years and lost over 100lbs.

I kept the exercise going when I moved back in with my dad in 2010.

Of course he had me sent away (once in 2006 and again in 2010) because exercise is dangerous psychosis and the local Rock County deputy agrees. I hope they stroke out. Knock on wood because my dad won’t quit smoking + smoking inside his dump of a house, but no really, have a coronary you asshats.

July 2007 to April 2010 ^
Forced meds make me start over again.

To be continued at Rainbow Center
July 2011 to April 2016

I drank about 400 Dr.Peppers _ 2006 – 2010

December 1st, 2006, but really May 1984, but don’t give out your real information on the internet or I will hack you…

Better in khakis… though… this ^ Painted on the side of your house… until you re-hire my siding crew…
Kurt Cobain > Jesus Christ likeness in the blood ^ splat

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May 29th, 2004

Jacob Dean Jilg, Associate’s in Graphics! Bachelor’s in art!

I got my associate’s in web design, illustration, and computers arts in 2004.

The logo of the Creative Center changes its look about every 10 years, but it’s still always the all seeing eye to me.

I had 3 nicknames there from select cliques: Jake Giggles, Sammy Hagar, and Sweet Jesus. I don’t know why.

literally, my entire portfolio below…

Update: February 29, 2014

I got my Bachelor’s in Fine Arts
(Lincoln Regional Center)

All I ever did there was make art, and I also took GED math, algebra, etc. class there, but I wasn’t allowed to get a GED from the test, because I already have a high school diploma.

I was NOT in the notorious state sex offenders treatment building #14 (as it was in 2014).
For the record: I was in building #10 for schizoaffective treatment. I’m still a virgin (thanks to social incompetence).

I have never been in prison nor jail, and I’ve never been arrested in my life. Mental hospitals seem like punishment with the strapped beds and the handcuffs (kinky), but in all actuality, it’s about treating an illness; it’s not punishment for a crime.

This below is my entire portfolio.

May 29. 2002. What in the hell was high school?

this gang ^ we called ourselves “The Regulars” and I don’t know why…

This GIF ^ was taken on a Digital Mavica camera that used a floppy disk. Literally!

Drinking is gay as hell, and that’s why we staged this with with a dick in our mouth.

When you see it; you’ll shit.

(don’t worry; I’m gay and we disowned that word in the 90’s)

reality is: soon as you get shitface drunk or pot asphixiation, you alter reality with brain damage because nobody can know what they forgot