A letter to my brother.
Dear Patric,
I’ve gained a lot of weight in the last 4 years. When I first moved here, I was 164 pounds. The other day I weighed myself and I was 186.5 pounds. It was a digital scale. The girl who owns the scale, I adore. The woman in my kitchen, I barely know.
She is leaving Wednesday, and I don’t plan on getting to know her.
Earlier this evening I was out with Zartosht, and shortly I will disconnect my computer from its power cord, place it atop a wooden box in my closet and post my napkin sketches of this evening.
p.s. the woman in the kitchen keeps coughing, it is so annoying.
p.p.s she also just blew her nose and is texting on her I phone.
p.p.p.s. I hope she is using a Kleenex and not my jacket.
Hope all is well in Saskatoon,
Love,
Philip
8 comments:
Nice naps as always. That kitchen woman sounds like a demon.
oops
if this is a real letter you wrote to your brother then just wow--i'm sure i'm missing a lot of inside info of course. like the pics of on the second napkin esp. the ones on the right. good work-and congrats on the show! sounds like a big deal indeed.
please draw the kitchen woman.
i need to know what she looks like.
ha! she isn't a demon, just a hippy, which some may argue are the same thing. the woman in the kitchen will appear in some comic format for sure. i will draw the kitchen woman from memory chris, no prob.
thanks, dude
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