rock on

For last week’s Blotter doodle, I had to pull out an issue of Rockstar for reference material on drawing a topless female torso.
Sadly, later that week, I received the news that raunchy Rockstar has gone to that big recycling bin in the sky — which really sucks because I’ve been writing their monthly TV column for the past year or so. It was a fun and relatively easy gig, and it put a smile on my divorced uncle’s face just knowing that his queer nephew had scored quite a coup by writing for a magazine that showed bare nipples.
Anyway, I’m not worried about it. Seems like every time one freelance gig ends, another begins. Let’s hope that trend continues.