A week of creative slumber

Taking the week off.

No new forthcoming art.

The 'rents are visiting and I am playing the role of gracious host.

Instead, I offer an alternative:

My ex roomate's blog

Our lives have scattered upon quite divergent paths. I bounced around the contintenal U.S., and Travis got married and settled in the Windy City.

I make pictures, he makes babies.
He was a good roomate and we got along famously. I would like to visit him someday.

He scared me one night. We had lived together for a number of months. Travis (who is a giant of a man) strolls down the stairs one night and smiles at me. Staring at me was a giant toothless mouth. His entire top row of pearly whites was M.I.A. It seems in his youth he suffered a tramatic BMX accident robbing him of his chops, thus he had falsies.

I nearly shit my pants.