Poison Spur had an earlier incarnation than its current blog form. Ezines were all the rage in the late nineties and I felt like I should launch one of my own. It was updated rarely and eventually languished under its own cobwebs.
For the most part, it sucked. There were a few highlights though. And since my muse doesn't seem to be giving me any sweet lovin' this week, I thought I'd pop up to the attic and share some of my better efforts from that period.
Today's feature will be a few random images. Please excuse how poor my graphics skills were. I was drunk when I rendered them. If you're not drunk while viewing them, you have no one but yourself to blame.
At one point in my life, I actually considered a career in advertising. It's probably for the best that never happened.
In 1998, I entertained the notion of chronicling my life as a barfly. The two lame entries that followed never came close to the beauty of Bukowski, but at least the title graphic was pretty cool.
It's funny how some truths stand the test of time.
The less said about this one, the better.
For the most part, it sucked. There were a few highlights though. And since my muse doesn't seem to be giving me any sweet lovin' this week, I thought I'd pop up to the attic and share some of my better efforts from that period.
Today's feature will be a few random images. Please excuse how poor my graphics skills were. I was drunk when I rendered them. If you're not drunk while viewing them, you have no one but yourself to blame.
At one point in my life, I actually considered a career in advertising. It's probably for the best that never happened.
In 1998, I entertained the notion of chronicling my life as a barfly. The two lame entries that followed never came close to the beauty of Bukowski, but at least the title graphic was pretty cool.
It's funny how some truths stand the test of time.
The less said about this one, the better.
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