holed up in the backwoods of the old northwest... ass-end of a burned-out motel, sign is creaking... tracing out his drawings with the muzzle of a rusty gun in the dirt... sending em off into the sunset like crippled birds... this pen for hire... until the heat dies down... this pen for hire... you can find him there... at the rogue motel.
Contact :: James Welch :: 07819 690731
