My Dinner With DeAndre

Last night DeAndre flew in from Portland. He arrived world-weary...

...but my home cookin cheered him right up.

As usual, he made me laugh.

And he drank too much.

He started browsing through my bookshelves and sure enough found the William T. Vollman tome he had given me two Christmases ago. He insisted on reading it aloud.



He went on and on.

It started to piss me off.

Things got a little ugly.

And then he just passed out.It was pretty late. I was tired.

In the morning we said goodbye.

Thank you packphour!