A hand-drawn zine, titled, I'm Mad.
Bound with yarn tied through two hole-punched holes.
Not beautiful, but a sense of humor:
"Reviews: Mom—I'm proud of him. It's on the
It took a lot of time to make: it had many pages of writing and drawing.
Much of it was a rant. Some frustrations, loneliness showed.
He put his heart into it.
His phone number at the back.
I read through it.
Then left it for others.
Trashed, tossed, taken—I don't know.
Three days later, it was gone.
But now when I walk by and look at the cubby I think: a creative person was there.
My landscape, changed.