Dear Ron,
Do you mind if I call you Ron? Great. Ron, I believe it's safe to say you've won the race. You've served so many that the sign can't even hold it anymore. You've changed all of them to the abstract "Lots", or whatever.…
It's night time in British Columbia, and the only illumination is the sickly blue tint coming from my screen. I am in wait for an event of familial leanings, and the hunger is still on me.
My caravan from the dry land of Alberta into the…
Staring into the grim face of a blank page labeled "Draft 5" made my weekend into a marathon of profane self-abuse. Axe and I have entered into making the Panda Girls comic a real live boy, with expediency.
We spent a lot of nights in coffee…