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.