My dad’s been sending me boxes and envelopes of old stuff lately. I think he’s getting ready to die or something. Anyway, in the mix of old journals, photos, and letters I found this 9th grade progress report he had hung on to.
I’m here to report to you that in the last 18 years not a whole lot has changed. I still have good work habits in art, and I’m still failing at math. (Thanks for handling the finances Honey.)
Also noteworthy is that around the time my parents got this in the mail I was busy building a world around this.








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