We sold ads for the 1968 program and somehow I ended up being featured in all of them. Except one, I threw a bone to my co-star for her make-up business.

We were in the last vestiges of the Zine era. This was an homage to one of our favorites, Egozine.

Bang bang. I shot him dead.

I hated those fucking dogs. Still, we worked well together.

Artist’s rendering, cameras were not allowed in the courtroom

They hate our freedom. And our drag.

I.T.P. was an exclusive design guild in the ’70s. It stood for In The Pooper. Now defunct, I believe.

Going deep, deep, deep into the Tetons

I was the only one in formal length

Me as Andy

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The Story of Jim

• The Happiest Days
• Childhood Living
• Life on Pretty Lake
  
• Sensitivity Training
• Graceless Lady
• Life in Print
• Life on an Associate Professor’s Salary
• What’s the Date? 1968
• Alone with Art
• Life at Sterling Cooper
• Centerfold
• Sliding Through My Hands
• Life as a Godfather
• I Know I’ve Dreamed You
• Image of Veta
• Landline