Dan is one of my best friends. He’s a good guy, through and through.

This was his reply to our very dainty friend Michelle, when she was in pain from bumping her knee into I can’t remember what. I thought it was quite classy though.

This is my chair. Always preferred a good solid wooden chair. One that creaks and cracks when I balance on its back legs. Call me old fashioned, but it feels more human than the 15-point adjustment ergonomic alternative.

Spent a good majority of my elementary school career doodling up contraptions that would enable me to fly. Even collected a few feathers on my walks home.

Infinitely unattractive.

A man named Skelly.

Those clouds seem to follow my brother around.

Deflate.

One year of doodles.

You can find me howling at the moon.

I was a textbook illustrator for my college when this fortune found me. I was thankful to have had a job straight out of school and met some truly genuine people there. Three months in, I got a phone call that changed the entire course of my life.

In short, I put in my two weeks and moved to Los Angeles, California to start anew.

Of Minor Prophets And Their Prostitute Wives By Pedro The Lion.

Easily, one of the most exhausting and unpleasant experiences of my young life. Makes for a decent story though.

Always secretly feared this as a kid.

Amputree.

Shaking your hand is the closest I’ve ever come to meeting the wind.

Graduated college with a Bachelor of Science in Digital Arts & Design. Was even asked to speak at my graduation. More importantly though, schools out for life.

Age holds no better number.

Memorial day.

Looking back, I think it was only me at the time.

Never did find you.

My first car. My close friend Michelle’s Grandmother’s car. A brand new, used 1992 Ford Torus with 3 hubcaps, no AC, and a half broken tape deck. But she runs.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Drawn by the talented Mr. Joe Smith. My one and only brother with an even more generic name than my own.

Bonnie.

Guess its a toss up.

Always.

Valentine’s Day.

High school.

High School.

High school art class self portrait, I was seventeen years old.

These are my Pumas. I’ve been wearing them since 2004. I drew this when they were new. They know where I’ve been and by now, probably where I’m going.

This is my Mom and Dad’s home. I forgot a window next to the door. My room was the window on the right.

The price of being able to see over the fridge.

That weight could be heavier. I’m grateful.

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