Dance like no one's bitching

I've been haunting the jam sessions downtown lately, and no one has slapped me off the stage yet. That could be considered encouragement, right?

Last night at Theater Bar I plunked my Kodak down on the bar and shot some low-fi video with Big Daddy Fox on the wedge they so lovingly call a stage.

Lights, camera, butt plugs!

Something's brewing, and I hope it's not just menopause.

"New haunts"

"Patron saint"

Eye of the tiger

"Cat yoga"

Another panel from my comic that's in creative limbo.

Sunnyside won't do

"Sunnyside won't do"


Sunnyside won’t do.
Every groveling snickpit checks both boxes and hopes one’s right when the illigant weave of bowels drapes another man’s neck. Asphalt yields – No mas! No mas! – as a hundred pony cars spin a blizzard of death confetti.
Sunnyside won’t do.