For Some Reason Writing And

It Was Not A Triumphal Return. Home, As I Had Known It, Was Gone.

I Wish I Had A Typical Workday. I Struggle To Get Up At Seven And Almost Always Fail. I Just Try To Get To My Office As Soon As I Can, But It's Always Later Than I Would Like.

Grief Takes Many Forms, Including The Absence Of Grief

Watching Everyone Root Through Their Psyche, It Just Delights Me. Especially R. Crumb's Stuff.

I'm Not That Good Of A Drawer. I Don't Know How People Just Draw Stuff Out Of Their Head. I'm Always Creating Schemes. If I Have To Draw Someone Sitting In A Chair, I Have To Go Find A Chair, Sit In It, And Take A Picture Of Myself Sitting In It.