I'm up in Portland right now for Stumptown Comics Fest and was too busy getting ready for it to illustrate a Missed Connection for you heathens, so here's a SF Bay Comic that I've been holding onto for a time like this. It's based on a poem that a buddy of mine, Chris Kalman, wrote while he was staying on a friend's roof in the Mission. He didn't have a pen or notebook on him at the time and so this is a poem about having to write a poem by texting it to yourself on a cell phone.

I drew this one up last night, which didn't leave me enough time to wonder about whether or not you wanted to see this much blood on your Sunday morning.  Ooh Yah, Bloody Marys do sound good.

Workin' the legs.