Did this for a book cover for Tim Adams, who is living in Spain, but he’s from Northern California, where this story is mostly set. It’s a wraparound.
Trying to work up some kind of scathing indictment of the whole automobile centered capitalist culture that is killing us all. This is some of that; kind of looks like a pile of skulls, right? That’s a Packard Caribbean, or the remains thereof, which figures in the story, which is about friendship, love, loss & fast cars.
Got a new iPhone 12. Ditched the 6 I was using for years. Well, the camera’s better on this one, the one in the 6 was a piece of shit; this one’s actually a selfie Instagram-posting machine you can make telephone calls on, but who even does that any more? I still hate it.
Is this thing still on? I thought…
And the Seasons they go ’round and ’round… no painted ponies here, though.
So nine years has elapsed since any new information has been placed in here. We have traveled through time, as we do; we’re all time travelers, we can only go in one direction.
The Apocalypse has begun. It’s now the year 2021.
MMXXI
All New Mexico
is apparently on fire
fly firebombers fly.
Now it’s the 4th of july weekend in the year 2011 .
We have moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
We live in an apartment, half a block from Route 66, the Mother Road.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Maybe I’ll do a graphic novel about our wonderful adventures in Roswell; why we moved there from the California wine country; how we joined the all-volunteer UFO Festival committee & transformed the whole town & its economy (not); insane alcoholic restaurateurs, narcissistic radio station owners, meth cooks, rabbit catchers & lots of Christians. Hilarity ensued. Maybe later.
Things I actually liked about Roswell & will miss:
The Spring River Recreation Trail
The prairie dog town right around the corner from our house
RAIR openings
So now we’re in Albuquerque, where they fly balloons every day.
At least in the first week of October.