Way, way back before I had many commitments in the real world, I would spend every moment drawing. Poorly lit bars with weak beer (before I knew the graces of White Birch and Allagash), unstellar music shows, plane and bus trips, all that waiting I filled up with sketchbook activity. Now that the events I go to are filled with my own performances, and I’m where I want to be, I don’t have the inclination to write or illustrate comics. That may change, but for now these are relics of past endeavors. These even predate the revised spelling of my name.