THE UNTITLED POST.

Ah yes, The untitled post….  This post has no title. I want to abolish all titles! If we can just do that then no longer can the people I work with call me “the smelly new kid”… 

Work is okay. I finally got a haircut like my boss hinted I should do.  I was just waiting for a check, Dave, I swear to bread! Everyone I work with thinks I’m like this pathetically poor guy who smells and is a hippie. I may smell, but I’m no hippie! I think it’s just tough because I wake up so early to get work that by the time my boss comes in a few hours later I begin to look like one of those sad clown paintings.

 

I’m trying to clean myself up but I can only do so much with 75 cents. I used to be a clean cut kid who’d been to college (well, A year and a half of college) but, I went crazy a bit and decided I could be a better cartoonist without school. If you tell an art teacher that you want to draw cartoons, as far as they’re concerned you just told them you want grow a handle bar mustache.  

I painted a picture for the bookstore by my apartment and they were very grateful and gave me a book and coffee money. Now, they tell me that a lot  of people comment on the “artwork” and want to know who the guy is in the painting saying “my father hates me”…. 

Well, it’s a secret. It looks like me though. 

Robin is back, finally and we’ve been spending a lot of time together. Like two wheels on a wheelchair again. She’s been getting stuff published in all the papers here in Denver and it’s great! She’s becoming better than her editors, I swear it! She brought me some french Robert Crumb stuff back with her and I couldn’t believe it!  She’s the best!

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