My dad was in the Navy during WWII. He ended up on the Admiralty Islands in the Pacific and at one point became the "commander of the graves of the admiralties", or "comgravad". A fellow got quite drunk and as he was coming to, my dad was standing over him, taking measurements for a plot. This stint was successful in keeping the guy sober for a bit afterwards. R.I.P. pops.
Artist, musician, psychotherapist. Lover of animals and some humans. I'm the one who can't decide on raising horns or giving the finger in the cover photo 🎭