SUSFU

So… I have a couple of books hitting the internet shelves soon.

Children’s Books.

Illustrated Children’s Books.

Totally seemed like a natural progression from what I’ve been doing… ok, maybe not, but it made more sense at the time.

I’m considering them my personal “rehab ashtrays”.

“What are rehab ashtrays?” you ask.

You know, the godawful, pastel painted ceramic keepsakes that most Gen-X’ers turned mainstreamers have sitting on their coffee table outwardly reminding them of the horrible decisions they’ve made yet secretly on display because in truth they’re proud they’ve got stories to tell… “Oh that old thing? I made that in rehab in ‘97 after I got busted buying coke from an undercover narco outside of my daughters preschool during her production of Peter Pan. She was an adorable tree. Those were crazy times.”

Amen.