that's when I reach for my revolver

that's when it all gets blown away.

Bday card for my B-I-L. He's gonna let me shoot a gun. I can't wait.

Cut paper on cardboard, scraps from letterpress job. I like cutting and glueing. What? I LIKE it. Gotta start somewhere. Pssh. I'm no Andrea Kang, but I do have access to paper, scissors, glue, so we'll see how it goes.

my cruddy coloring, FOR CHARITY!

This week my boss played Molly Hatchett at work. I said, I think I made out with some boy in his Monte Carlo to this, back in H.S. (I probably didn't, but it coulda happened).

And I also colored a picture for charity and wrote Blue Oyster Cult lyrics in the sky.

It's taken 30 years to turn some isolating h.s. memories into semi-fond ones. Shit man, anything can happen.