A short story without a home.
January 12, 2009
This is not a true story, although many things in it are from my childhood. It’s the way I wanted to do it. There are other parts to this story, but this is my favorite little piece of it.
Your best friend, and artist.
This is not a true story, although many things in it are from my childhood. It’s the way I wanted to do it. There are other parts to this story, but this is my favorite little piece of it.
Noah!
Cheer up! This is our year. A new begining, fresh with promise and potential. I expect you will prosper. I expect your art to flourish. Season it with a bit a hopefulness. I love you.
The Bum