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Post Holiday Blues

They keep saying that what goes up must come down. I keep saying that who ever coined that phrase should eat shit and die.

Last week in it's entirety had me sprawled out on a beach donning shades, sun block and bits of lycra that only the daring would call a swimsuit. Add to that a good book, sunset dips in the ocean, moon gazing in the pool, good friends, great food, booze, music, parties, conversation and you win any which way.

Cat Got My Tongue

When I can't write, I doodle even though I'm not one for the talent. My art teacher always scolded me for pressing the pencil down too hard; she complained of my penchant for darkness, especially after a particularly insane sketch of an animal skull. What can I say? I was younger and thought myself to be a rebel of some kind, when in fact, I was not. I don't need to mention that I never did prosper in the subject.

Inspite this, here goes. If you look at them at an angle and in quick succession, they look like suppository victims. Comic.