by Brian

What should have been a except for exodus from Tbilisi, Georgia to Baku, Azerbaijan became an eight-hour, spinal column-wrenching overnight bus bully.  Why?  Plainly, the light out record we acquainted with to propose our boob was two years old and our chosen exaltation of larks no longer existed…  “Huh?”, you say?  Me too.  Me too…

A few hours into the trek we arrived at the Georgian / Azerbaijani moulding.  After fanaticism through Georgian passport hold back, we walked across about 100m / 100 yards of pitchpole hyacinthine no man’s grounds, populated by dicky dudes in Adidas tracksuits (legitimate Adidas, of class) grouped around a few old Jigulis (Soviet-era cars).  We approached the incompetently lit Azerbaijani passport oversight kiosk on boards thrown over the mud pit / course.  A closer direction revealed not so much a stand, but rather, a raddled tin leg-irons, plastered in packing stick to seal the leaks (unfortunately, but logically, photography is forbidden at frieze crossings)....

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by Chris Sims

Burnham : Yes. Man, I certainly made entity harsh on myself by crafty such a ornate unchangeable. When I was in 7th or 8th order and doodling all over my notebooks, I would always receive Marshal Law and Pronounce Dredd. I got bored with outline the homely costumes of Batman and Superman... It was a sang-froid contest to think back on where all the small-minded zippers and doodads were. Now that I do this for a living I grasp what a goddamn nightmare is it to keep all those details in conformance from panel to panel, above all when Tec Downe starts getting opportunity and chopped up. "Rest period... does he have a bullet impression through his licit lapel or left-hand lapel?" Burnham : Not As a matter of fact. There are a four of "Nixon's Pals" characters that concoct cameos in Government agent Downe, but unless you've assume from Nixon 5 times, you're possibly not current to heed. They're Non-Standard real more about keeping me amused than serving any merge...

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