Today Bill Clinton flew into North-freggin-Korea and got those two girls freed from that whack-job dictator. Next I'm hoping he'll swing by my place (he lives only one town away, for cryin'-out-loud) and discharge me from the dungeon of the most severe case of writer's block I've ever experienced. [Seriously folks...I'm cooked... fried...I got nothin']
At any rate, as I toil with the enormous question of whether I should give it all up for good, I leave you with some more of my B- art work from the sludge of those times.