every year, while working on the daily and all the prep for the gun show, i pend most of the time feeling like this:
but today.
it's a little different.
you see i came in today and page one was on my chair.
well.
rather the proof of page one. of day one.
i am a new man.
seeing page one, or the cover especially that cover i get to do once a year with the silver ink, is when i feel like it's all worthwhile. now the bastard knows that in the long view, this stuff doesn't matter to the ages but, on days today, i feel like part of me will live forever.
and one day, part of me just might.
—the bastard
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