Last night my dear friend Hillary made a quick comment that put me in mind of the idea of things that LOOK like cartoons, but aren’t actually drawn figures. I’m traveling this week, so I can’t keep up with the comics, but I love that idea of living cartoons.
Standing in front of my fridge this morning I saw my collection of photo booth photos and realized the fit the bill.

from Left: me at 18 (I always said I was a boy till I hit 22) with my then friend Kista; Enoch, me and Kate more recently
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