| The
original version of this piece is no longer available. There's a
long story about this on the Capre Diem Baby
page. The short, short version is that ten of my drawings were stolen
by the owner of a coffeeshop. Stolen, or maybe thrown out, which
would be in fitting for the passive-aggressive hostility known as
Minnesota Nice. The people here are just jerks; their brains have
never left junior high school.
And,
for the record, I have no defense for the corny titles from these
early works. "Flames of Passion"? What the heck is that?
I wasn't reading any bad poetry back then; I was actually reading
good stuff. I don't think there are any good excuses here. |
