This is Mike. He’s my friend and co-worker. Today is his birthday. Happy Birthday Mike!

I walked into a goofy craft store the other day and bought a couple $1 wooden frames. I couldn’t imagine my drawings feeling comfortable in frames, but I’m warming up to the idea. Cheap, dinky frames seem appropriate. 

Page 1: Jane loves to smoke cigarettes. Jane has two false teeth. Jane has thin hair. Jane prefers hotel match boxes over generic match boxes. 

Page 2: Allen saw a spider.

This is my wife Jessica. I don’t think I’ll ever feel satisfied about this piece, because I know her face so well and there’s no way I could make something that is as beautiful as looking at her face to face. 

These are my hand-drawn Valentine cards for my co-workers. They’re like snowflakes—no two are alike. 

This is Troy. Troy is happy, because he just passed his driver’s exam. Unfortunately, Troy will not enjoy it for long, as he is terminally ill.

This is Martin. He is unsuccessful in most things. He’s calloused toward the world, but adores his dogs. He has four dogs: Willy, Harper, Colin and Sarah. They don’t like Martin, but they humor him with licks and tail wags.

I drew some pairs of buddies on my printed document. I think I’m drawing pals, because I miss my cat. He died a few days ago.

This is Dave. He’s my wife’s father. Dave and I like to smoke cigars and play pool.

Alex ran for governor and lost. He now runs a pizza parlor.

This is Nate. He’s a dirty, harmless clown.

This is Brian.

This is my friend Jesse.

Justine