I am no good at titles, at all. Oh well. Here’s the deal: this is a story I’ve been drawing in the really minimal time I have between my various jobs and my obsession with radio plays and Facebook flame wars. It’s finished. Kind of. I’ll be putting one part up every day for a week. In order to make me feel like this blog is active. Also, it gives me kind of a feeling of a deadline before I should probably have something else finished. Should you care? Probably not. But anyway.
I thought this would be it, but it went on for one day afterwards.
Brezhnev, work and walks. Continue reading
The worst day. Without a doubt. Continue reading
Class (as in university classes), Class (as in class warfare) and other stuff too. Continue reading
Library, work, anarchists and such. Continue reading