Memories for sale

As I type this, I am sitting in my childhood bedroom in Fair Lawn, NJ. My mother is coughing violently in the next room as a Jamiacan woman with a barely decipherable accent tends to her many ever-changing needs. I'll be inking pages and getting drunk in the backyard all week, but not before the two most important parts of my pilgrimage to the Mother-land. Pilgrimage the first: to my father's grave; pilgrimage the second: to my favorite Jewish deli. I'll post the fully inked pages upon my return to the sunshine state. In the meantime, I thought everyone out there in blogland (both of you) might enjoy reading the text of the craigslist ad I posted to sell my childhood comic book collection. Enjoy, and pass it on to anyone who might be interested.

Beanie's Folly, pages 5, 6 and 7

The Folly of Beanie Boylan, pages 3 & 4 (pencils)

These pages were drawn in my room late at night while listening to the third Blue Oyster Cult album, which is great. Page 3 was partially inked in Portland while listening to the fifth They Might Be Giants album, which holds up really well. As I type this I'm back in my room, listening to the second Wolf Parade album, which is boring me to tears.