And that side of the haze.

Drawings of my friend Row, who is tall and fierce and crazy as hell. She seems to have found a way to exist outside of time, to travel through life like it's a dress rehearsal for some seven year-old's tea party. What's not to like?

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This fall morning: you make your way with the sun like a ray-gun going off in your face, seeing nothing but steam clouding out of your nostrils. You step by the Korean kids; they saunter around like they're going down to the basement to watch tv. Two pretty-pony girls half-yell at each other as they jog along. So great, one says, she's going to have a baby with buck teeth *and* a big ass.