Finally.
The Drawings.
Two decades later, by request, from the source.
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The Current Crimes
How we got here.
It started, as most things do, with someone yelling the catchphrase at me in a Duane Reade. I was buying floss. It was 2019. The man was sincere.
For twenty years, that one sentence has paid for things. Apartments. Dental work. A surprising amount of takeout. I never wrote it. I just happened to be eight years old and standing in the right kitchen on the right soundstage on the right Tuesday.
The drawings started as a joke. A bit. Something to do when the residual checks started feeling like a stranger handing me an envelope. I'd post one. People bought it. I'd post a worse one. They bought that too. The drawings did not improve. The economy of this is, frankly, fascinating.
So here is the collection. The originals are real originals — drawn on whatever paper was nearby. The prints are real prints. The numbers on the editions are real numbers. When it says 50, there are 50. When they're gone, they are actually gone.
The drawings are bad on purpose. That is the entire bit. Welcome.