The one that changed me when I went back to college for the second degree.
The one that changed me in college.
The one that changed me in high school.
The more things change …
My grandfather's theater in Sparta, Tennessee (f$&k if I know when).
Wait … wait … I remember. It was Saturday.
Right around the time I started kickin’ a$$.
Feels kinda weird how much nostalgic pleasure I am receiving off of opening beer bottles off o’ work benches in the garage (like I would open beer bottles off o’ countertops in high school).
Through all my complaining, I don’t want it to be lost how much appreciation I have for you, @manton, for creating a platform that has helped to lead me out of the dark and reconnect me with my voice.
The other drawings (besides Barney) that I found inside that folder
The cover of the folder within which I found the random drawings from 1994.
When you are 14 years old and your mom has been keeping kids in the house to earn a living for as long as you can remember.
When teenagers are left alone in a swamp
When life was easy
My best wookie