Saturday, November 18, 2006


A lament for my favorite drawing tool:

My sweet, sweet Bic. I'm distraught over your passing.
Why have you run out of ink?
Why can't I find more of you? Doesn't Bic know that I love to draw with you more than any other? For me, there is no other. Only you.
(or any other Bic-orange-barrel-ballpoint-finepoint-pen-in-black)
After many pleasurable drawing sessions, I bid you adieu.
rest in peace, little fella.