local artist.

so i'm really sick and walking mr. poods around the block bc he's driving me crazy with the "eat the postman's arms" game.... and i see this 6 or 7 year old kid. he's on his stoop and he's taped up some notebook paper that he has written on in magic marker:

MAG
AZINES


$1.00



and he looks at us and throws his head into his lap, assuming the sulk position.

so. i get closer. he just sighs and sighs and sighs. so finally i say, "are you okay?"

"i guess so."

"what's the matta?"

"nobody will buy my magazines!"

so i buy one of the damn things.

here's a page:



totally awesome, eh?