Last month I put this into my drafts on this blog:
Dude slumped in mobile wheelchair playing Old Man by Neil young and carrying 4 pack of Starbucks drinks. What’s his story?
I’ve been blogging here for a lot of years. I’m feeling the need to be more… creative.
Am I the old man? Am I like that old man? Is he like me.
“Old man, Take a look at my life.”
The years tick onward and I am neither famous nor rich. I am Happy though.
I have things I want to write. I attended open mic poetry at Verbatim Books last week. I have written poetry in my day. I have ideas that need expression. I have “bad drawing” in my twitter biography, and I know that’s not the best way to express myself, despite how much I love it.
But maybe it’s comics. Words + Pictures.