I don’t know, man.
It cracks me up.
I been living too much to write anything or do any artwork. Seems like all I have time or interest in is reading all of your blogs. And then not commenting.
The modern guilt.
Well, fuck it.
Since I found out that my daughter is going to have a baby, I’ve become a total mellow-cat. Everything I used to spend all this energy worrying about I just don’t give a shit about any more.
My nervous little poodle has been knocked unconscious.
He looks pretty bad, too.
Might not make it…..
All I want to do is be outside. That, and not wear pants.
I’ll be gutting fish on my desk pretty soon.