Space Cowboy Rides Again
Wednesday, February 25th, 2004The sattelite crashed. The messages lost. I lived, died, laughed, cried, then drank a lot of gin, and hopped back on the wagon for another wild train wreck. And now I’m back. Pulp Heroes? It’s on its way, with a bloody inferno of a vengeance. The art? Well, things slow down quite a bit when you work a more than full time job answering phones only to have the dregs of society vomit bile into your ear. On the sunny side, it pays 8.25 an hour, and living on a modest budget you manage to save quite a bit over the course of 8 months or so. My absence has not gone as a total waste. My roadmap of the next 6 months leads me from my humble beginnings in Youngstown, Ohio to the veritable haven of Midtown Kansas City, where I’ll dump the majority of my free time into the eye candy that you all love getting plastered off of, and that I get buzzed off of creating…so we all win in the end. Tie a yellow ribbon on the ol’ oak tree, call 911, and buy chastity belts for your daughters, because it’s gonna take a lot of fireworks to clean up this mess, baby. And if that didn’t excite you, then fopo.biz will.
-sullivan
