I am one year older than I was when last I posted.
Thirty-one was alright. I fell in love. Stopping right there, that’s a good year.
Despite being self-published, I managed to tell a comic book story I could put my name on, with the help of my talented friends.
I took on new job responsibilities.
These things don’t suck.
Here’s to thirty-two.












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Happy Belated Birthday! I hope your next year will be fabulous.