Finally getting around to scanning a backlog of pieces and am into some from May just now. I tried more beeswax painting and I never seem to get the results that I'm looking for but I'm still okay with how they turn out.

And, yeah, these things smell so good it's crazy.

"My name is Doctor Gonzo. Prepare our suite at once. We’ll be in the bar.” The woman shrugged as he led me away. In a town full of bedrock crazies, nobody even notices an acid freak. We struggled through the crowded lobby and found two stools at the bar. My attorney ordered two cuba libres with beer and mescal on the side, then he opened the envelope. “Who’s Lacerda?” he asked. “He’s waiting for us in a room on the twelfth floor.” I couldn’t remember. Lacerda? The name rang a bell, but I couldn’t concentrate. 

Terrible things were happening all around us. Right next to me a huge reptile was gnawing on a woman’s neck, the carpet was a blood-soaked sponge – impossible to walk on it, no footing at all. “Order some golf shoes,” I whispered. "Otherwise, we’ll never get out of this place alive. You notice these lizards don’t have any trouble moving around in this muck – that’s because they have claws on their feet.”