I am tired. At least currently. Burning Candles at both ends sort of tired. How else is there to live? So many people seem to save themselves from the “Horrors” of work. Fucking Idiots. It’s all about the pursuit. The voyage. The getting there sort of fucking thing. That’s the best part. That’s the part
After reading, reading, Reading, Reading, reading, and READING on all these new limp-wristed manifesto about comics, I thought I would put in my two cents 1. Nobody gives a fuck. Most people want to read a book here and there, and are looking for a cool graphic or something “funky” or whatever. But in then
The other night a group of friends came over, and we just chatted it up in inane crap here and there. You know how it is now everyone starts talking about the election and high minded ideals, and utopic blathering come about. I think I get this from my childhood friends but I tend to
Thought: Maybe they’re tagging bagging the planet? like a catch and release program of some sort.