Albequerque, New Mexico. Long story. Anyway I was there.
I was walking through what I take to be some outskirt of some part of the center of some part of town. Like 2pm. Dust, rust. Broken car. Everything yellow.
Homeless guy: "Spare a torchlight?"
I carry a lighter, not for me, but for people who need a lighter-- "All yours."
He lights up a lightbulb pipe, something blue collected in the bottom, breathes meth or crack smoke.
"You look like a man in a hurry," he says.
I'm super not. Especially these days. Lawyers aren't even awake in half the time zones I'm dealing with.
I'm waiting for final versions of Demon City pages to come in for proofreading and every other thing, so I figured I'd make a few new pictures to illustrate action rounds while I wait. Here are a few of the batch that I like best: