
Spoke to my old man today-its his Birthday, and he seemed in better spirits than last we spoke, which is understandable since one of his friends had just passed away. He was stoked about the clipping from CityBeat I'd sent, and reminded me that when I was about ten, I had sketched something which was remarkably remeniscent of this piece. Typically of my Dad, the way he told it, made it seem like it was his idea, but it does put me in mind that I was a morbid swine, even then.
I wonder why?
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