Here’s a moldy-oldy for all ya’lls. This is the oldest drawing that I still have lying around. It’s been creased, torn and abused by time. It expresses my teenage angst very well and I drew this when I was 17 years old.
That was 23 fucking years ago. My wife and I started having the hot, naked, sexors 21 years ago and if fate had taken a different turn we could have a child right now who’d be just about ready to graduate college. And then we’d have to kill them. Considering how college turned out less than successful for us without kids, it would have been an even bigger quagmire of despair, failure and disappointment if we had been raising a child.
Anyway, that’s enough about that. Thanks for your time, folks. I appreciate it.