Compost: A Stix of Old
I drew this twelve years ago. I find it somewhat horrifying that I can even remember things that happened twelve years ago. Like the birth of my nephew, who recently got his first smartphone. I should get his number so I can use my flip phone to text him stuff like WHAT IS IT LIKE IN THE FUTURE, AGLET? ARE THERE FLYING CARS YET?
Maybe it’s kind of a cop-out not to have drawn anything new this week but Gene is taking me to the Explorer’s Club tonight so I’ve got no time for you corn-shucking suckers and also my head hurts, what’s that about?
You are indulging in a real life, rather than drawing stix for us? YOU MONSTER!!!