Sometimes I Wish The Writing

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

If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy Than My Father, It Was Marcel Proust.

Sometimes I Wish The Writing And Drawing Were More Integrated.

I Started To Get Bored With That Stuff About Only Drawing Men And I've Taken It Out Of The Slideshow.

She Has Given Me A Way Out.