This was given to me for the Book Show, maybe I'll see you there?
Oh, geeze.
Everybody's dying to get the disease. Not really, I just heard that just as added this image. I'm doing a series of drawings about terrorism. Yeah, I know, meh... but it shouldn't be so bad. I guess.
I ran races last night, that was pretty fun.
Figure Eight is Double Four.
"That's a circle that turns round upon itself."
I think it's safe to say that I am truly fixated and am beginning to pivot my life around the music of Elliott Smith. There's something that's just there for me. It's selfish and rude, and I like being greedy.
I think I wrote these words awhile ago with the intentions of putting them into song,
but I really hope the last one is true.
Before I die, I'll be that grumpy old man.
This is another good friend, Markus. Nowadays, he rolls a mean bali shag.
Anyway, aside from that, I realized today, sitting scrunched between a thick hair haloed jackass and an obliviously giganta-backpacked hip pivoter that I will eventually grow old and just be known as a grumpy old man. Right now I can just be a pensive, irritable kid, but then, years from now, I'll just be that grump. I'm not too ashamed, I'm kind of excited. I'll make sure to put my grumpiness to good use, surely. When I water my lawn (with a just a hose and a lawn chair, of course) I'll pulverize any stray neighborhood rascal that happens to graze any balde of my lawn with a forceful blast of hose water. I'll be the one to end the conversation after we've said too many "huh?", "come again?" and "what the hell are you trying to tell me?"s. I'll drive 60 on the highway, because in all truth I really do find the speed of highway driving uncomfortable and now I'll have a good excuse -i'm balding. I'll try to contain this grumpiness though, when I'm giving my grandchildren werther's here and there. Wait, no. Fuck werther's, I'll give them peanut m&m's, I never liked those annoying little hard caramels. Caramel should be soft, not toothshattering.
Shit, I'm already there.
Friends.
This is my friend Sarah, I havenn't seen her in a long while, but I found this file sitting all lonely in a corner of my hard drive and it warmed my bones some so I thought she'd fit nicely here.
Today was pretty muddy. Tomorrow looks to be caked-over. I'll take it.
It's hard to place people you've never met.
This is Rasheed Wallace, a member of the Detroit Pistons. I've never met Rasheed, and neither have most people, but some of us feel we can say we know -quite surely- whether or not we like him. I just can't do that to people I've never met. He does make me laugh though, so I drew him.
Sometimes I wonder about all the poeple I've never met, which is a lot of people. Yikes.
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