167, 168, 169, 200, 201… Why do ceiling tiles have all those tiny little holes? I imagine back in the day it was so the asbestos above them could breathe. Dead, I look up from my coffin staring at a brown water stain on a warped ceiling tile. So warped, in fact, that I expect it will fall on me at any moment. Be a shame to mess up my face after the mortician worked so hard to get me just right. So, this is how it all ends; laying in a bargain basement casket, made from God-only-knows what kinda

Continue reading…The Funeral -or- a Short, SHORT Story About Death

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about a variety of projects I’m currently working on. One in particular is a children’s books I’m struggling to put together with a friend of mine… and I stress the word “struggling”. It seems that every time I go to work on the book life gets in the way — life and a lack of enthusiasm. I’d liken it to writer’s block but I’m illustrating. Well, I’m writing it too but as I write this article the story line of the book is already written. I’m sure writing out the actual book text will

Continue reading…Just Create! -or- “Creative Juices” Sounds Gross!

Over the past few days I’ve had a recurring memory of a day two years ago when I was out jogging. It could be nothing. It could mean the end of the Universe!! I was out for a run in the spring of 2017, like I still do nearly everyday. Little did I know that that day would be different. I was running past our local community center adjacent to a field vacant of any greenery. The result of the ongoing construction that would eventually give birth to a new suburban neighborhood. I bounced along the path with ACDC’s “Back

Continue reading…The Day I Altered The Future -or- Leave The Worms Be