As ever, if you have a shout out, a request, a Doncast Dedication, send that ish to akirathedon at googlemail.com.
OK! Well, my email is still a dark wasteland of unopened mysteries, but I did manage to clear about 200 of them yesterday. The ill thing about getting mad backed up with email is when you have a concentrated week to sift through, you seem to get way more dope emails than you would normally. Boy, there are some ill ideas and opportunities in the offing! Praise Spring!
And hold tight if I owe you an email and I haven’t got to it yet. I will. Prolly tonight, as today I have website things to do, my Billy Joel comic for The Stool Pigeon to finish, and that DONCAST to get into. I am also supposed to be fighting two of my brothers to the death to win the Best Man position at the other one’s wedding. NO TIME for fighting to the death right now Ali! SORRY about that!
Maybe I should get him on the Doncast to explain himself. He emailed the following over last night:
I thought lil’ homie said he was inspired to do this by King Lear? Wasn’t the whole thing with King Lear that he had some sort of Which Of My Daughters Loves Me Most competition, and the two bumhole daughters that hated him were all like, “ooh, Daddy, you the greatest, here’s a big gold sandwich,” and the one that really loved him was all like, “I can’t prove I love you most, you should know how much I love you anyway,” so he disowned her and and had her banished? Right? Which lead to him getting his eyeball gouged out with a flipping spoon. Right.
Brother Ali what is getting married, you have lovely eyes. I wish for them not to be gouged out with a spoon. But that should be obvious to you. Disown me if you must – I only love you, and wish for you the best.