Urgh. Strange day. I was gonna clean up my room inna morning, and draw in the afternoon. Cleaned up all day, got no art done, and managed to throw my back out. I'm sitting and typing because I'm in too much pain to sleep. This is the part of growing older I hate - yer body breaking down without warning. One bright spot was Wolf dropping by and feeding me roast chicken. In gratitude, here's a photo of Wolf from when me and Shep cheered him up with some robust Tucson Mob humor.