a beat poet, all broke, hands in his lines, smiles for a spell and shoots the breeze. pang. later is arrested and tried.

But thats just how it goes at times, gotta wear that crooked grin at an angle, make it horizontal...

...and all that other rambling nonsense.  A common occurrence when I don't post regularly.

I've been busy working of late, and arriving home later, tired and more into jamming with a movie or book then scribbling away.. but thats got to change, so its going to.  anyhow, above's a little nothing I drew last week. but I think it works for whatever reason.

In a week or so I'll be departing this dear old land of albion.. etsoy yendo a barcelona,  donde voy a construir una nueva vida junta con un persona muy especial, una chica de exterior espacio.. en este momento no tengo muchas palabras, pero intento a aprender mas y mas.. y alguna vez, quizas dibujo mis comics en espanol... vamos a ver ... 

Anyhow, so yup.. my language is not the best, but what the heck, I got drawing en mi corazon, and two bucks in my bolsillo, y musica in my ears. Ive packed most of my stuff away, but left my books out,  cause I have too many of them anyway, but its given me a nice time to reread them... I find I love turning these pages over and again... reading Blankets by Craig Thompson after maybe seven years... shit, thats a hell of a book, deservedly still in print. Reading it again was a little like revisiting a very particular time and space, coated in amber.

"I was as still, as still as a river can be"

Rococo Zephyr - Bill Callahan