Gentle Reader, I’m phoning it in, today, for two reasons: I’m trying to sort some snags out with banks and airline companies, and also because I don’t think I’m actually going to follow through with this project – mostly because the person who was going to illustrate for me has a bunch of other projects that actually pay, but also because I’m not sure how I feel about releasing an alphabet book about drugs.
I have the entire alphabet done, but I’ve only done rough sketches for a few of them. Today, I would like to share them with you, Gentle Reader. If you like them, maybe I’ll keep going with this project, after all.
“A is for alcohol, which brings you elation – until it turns out to be Self-Medication.”
My favourite one was the inspiration for the whole project. The letter is O.
“O is for Opiates, all of them rotten – like heroin, morphine, and Mom’s Oxycontin.”
And, naturally, this charming little volume is meant to close with
“Z is for Zachary, once your best friend – until he O.D.’d in the alley. The End.”
Yeah. I knew there was a reason I’m killing this project.