Sometimes people really are too sensitive. And sometimes I’m a dick.
That voice never goes away.
And this is how I learned I’d rather be woke up than allowed to sleep.
Yoga is amazing.
I’m bad at yoga.
This is both me feeling like I don’t have enough to contribute and feeling like I don’t deserve the help.
Both feelings are untrue.
Attending a reading of “My Name is Asher Lev” reminded me that art is about truth and truth can be ugly and lonely.
If I was going to title that last panel, it would be “….jpg”
(I love you, honey.)
Yes, those are socks with guitars on them. I’m a classy mofo.
Things have been crazy lately. Just having the chance to slow down is … well, it’s nice.
Big jumps, man.