Puppets: A Graphic Novel

Self-portraiture is like looking in a mirror covered in grease. It can be hard to make out anything clearly. Here's a few of my sketches of a cross-section of the people from the old neighborhood. Two blocks down from where I lived I used to sit and read outside this run down little laundry-mat. There were always bums demanding smokes and packs of screaming kids running in and out of there. Kafka and Tide packets were a welcome distraction. Sometimes you find old friends in new places. Justin was one of them. My friend Justin is a real fixture in the neighborhood. He is something of an urban legend in his own right for surviving being a chauffeur for blues and rock acts for 20 years - he is also known to wield a mean punchline. Clearly intractably adorable. I have no idea why she gave me the time of day. Above, Girl #1 that I was sick deep infatuated with. She reminded me of an Elliot Smith song from New Moon. "You're so pretty and smart, So why do you