Skip The Life Fandango

My good friend(?), artistic cohort(?), man-boy love child(?), Skip Williamson sent me an e-mail(?), chain mail(?), mass mailing(?), letting me know that he has a new website up on the good ol' internet. From his humble beginnings in Underground Comix through his work for Playboy, Skip has muddled his drug-addled way through the "low-brow" art world. I really like the first paragraph of his home page:

During the summer of 2002 I was in a relationship with a woman that was fashioned primarily of drunken quarrelling in lieu of sex. Around 2am - after a bitter evening of inebriated malice and passionate recrimination - on my way to home and sanctuary I was pulled over by the Cobb County Police. I have no memory of the evening after midnight. Until I remember attempting to focus on how I would get back to something approaching normal from the doublevision that had Interstate 75 converging and veering off in dual opposing arcs. For a while holding my left hand over my left eye while steering with my right hand seemed to work. But in the end I chose to aim the car - as best I could - between the intersnaking yellow lines of the roadway and its doppelganger. After that I remember the blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror.

Sounds like a typical night out to me. I remember being fascinated by Skip's Playboy comics as a child rooting through my dad's hidden treasure trove of pornography in his bathroom bottom drawer. Ahhh... those were innocent times... that were quickly cut short when I discovered a copy of Hustler with pictures of a woman taking a dump on some guys face. Looking back on it, I'm sure it was just chocolate pudding, but at the time it shocked me to my core. Now that sort of thing is commonplace here on the good ol' dirty disgusting perverse internet.