With the self portrait currently consuming me, I thought this sketch was too irresistible a prospect not to do. Of course there's a part of me that balked at laying the cruel ravages of age bare on the slab for all to see, but the perverse side won out.
So 1988 to 2011.
Maybe I'll make it a decagonal thing-laugh in the face of old age.
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