WHEN IN ROME WE SHALL DO AS THE ROMANS // WHEN IN HELL WE DO SHOTS AT THE BAR

Depression's a bitch. A chronicle of sinking and drowning and trying to claw your way out; a story of misshapen ribs, demolitions, back roads, hidden crevasses, shitty people, hopes/dreams/nightmares/insecurity that reads like a grindcore album and a car crash. Sometimes my mental illness feels like a cave that's collapsing on me and sometimes it feels like a lucid dream and the rest of the time I just try to ignore it and live my life so people will love me. This is what it's like when I can't ignore it anymore. Somewhere, in there, there is hope and fight and together we might find it.

32 pages, quarter legal size, B&W, hand-lettered & hand-collaged, text heavy.

This is the heaviest thing I've ever written, read with care so you don't choke.

nothing but the greatest thanks to all my friends that have helped me make this happen: b, h, m, d, v, a+e, j, m+k.