I wish that I could ask artists who have passed on how they made

it through trying times such as these.  Frank Frazetta and Moebius sprang to mind

first.  How in the hell do you keep going when you’re completely surrounded by shit

and more shit?  I’ve purposely avoided social media because really all it does is make

things worse.  Yesterday I found myself envying some ducks.  It was 3 degrees outside

and they do their diving and flapping about even more lively than usual.  Total

badassery especially when I myself was getting names like “Bundles” and “Nanook

of the North.”  It was that cold and how the ducks felt about it?  Not one fuck was given. (insert laughing out loud.)