I'm Logan. I like to think I'm a fascinating individual. I'm writing this from a pallet on the floor of New York City's only LGBTQ-exclusive shelter. I'm a skinny glutton and I gladly accept donations of Whopper Juniors and Auntie Anne's pretzels.
5 Faults of the Comix Bronze Age.
Thursday, January 7th, 2010Logan waxes philosophical about those little adrenaline boosts that used to come a few cents a pop.
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Sleep.
Sunday, January 3rd, 2010Logan rants about sleep (or the lack thereof). Ahem, I mean “sleeeeeeep”.
