27 June 2000 ~ Post-Kennedy (or, how nothing ever really does end...)

don't sue me, but I didn't draw this...

"Yes, I'm lonely... I've spent the past few hours listening to my parents' old music trying to regain some will to live ["Not with anything post-Kennedy, I hope..."], but you KNOW things are bad when the Yellow Submarine song depresses you..."
--letter, July 1997

I WON'T CHOOSE.

I.

WON'T.

CHOOSE.

I won't go through this again.

~Me*

"One and one and one..." --Merrily We Roll Along