bravesailor

This week: in the pits of despair, in the lap of . . . well, sometimes it’s better to be discreet. My dear old friend Miriam has been hopping trains up the west coast. She landed on my front porch Sunday, with friend Steve, smeared with brake grease and California dust.
In the evening [...]

Here’s a fun game. These two images are the same illustration. Can you spot the difference?

The first image will grace the cover of tomorrow’s issue of Just Out. The latter will go the way of the unicorns.
I originally planned on the one with skulls and whatnot . . . then I had [...]

Don’t get the wrong idea from the stitched-up blood-thirsty wolf. I’m just an old softie.

Hi darling. Thanks a heap for stopping by. Pull up a chair, have a cup of coffee (we make it strong here, puts hair on you chest).
I’ve just been sitting here in the chill Portland Summer, thinking of [...]

I believe the glass is half empty, because it was full before I drank those two fingers of gin.
I believe the children are our future . . . and so are surveillance cockroaches.
I believe that deep down, most of us are still the same person we were at thirteen.
I believe, quite foolishly, that if you [...]