The curse of the daylong hangover
Making a book
serious summer swimmer
Exquisite corpse, a little enka in the background
My uncle sent me Kurt Vonnegut’s posthumously published works so now I’m publishing my college era Cat’s Cradle illustrations
Kurt V, you’ll always be the guy for me.
My friend Shuochieh. He is what you might call a gentleman.
My friend Yuki. He enjoys manga and highballs.
St. Valentine’s Day Massacre
Narrator: Oh, yeah…Love. Once upon a time, it was…simple. If you liked somebody, you let ‘em know. And if you didn’t, you let ‘em know. One way or another, you knew where you stood. But as you get older, communication gets more…complicated.
Narrator: There was only one thing more to say. The simple thing, the brave thing, the thing that was in both our hearts.Kevin: Wanna…study for our history test?Winnie: Sure.Narrator: Face it. We were a long way from kindergarten. And maybe we were learning that speaking from the heart isn’t always easy. That afternoon, Winnie and I chose to leave those words hanging warm and unspoken in the winter air between us. But I think we both knew they were there… And we would get to them someday. The thing is, we just didn’t have to hurry anymore.
America’s Fancy Boy, Ver. 2.5
Now in Technicolor
Happy birthday, John Hein!