Frank Stanford (SGLC #16)

What, so soon?

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Frank Stanford is one of my favorite poets and proves Wittgenstein’s argument that brilliant people should hold down menial jobs (Stanford was a land surveyor). While his work is all decidedly Southern, I set this one in Holyoke, Massachusetts because I was once very sad there, it suits the town, and it doesn’t really ice over in the South anymore.

I listened to this song and watched a lot of this while drawing this comic over the span of two days. Do you think I have to censor the word ‘cum’ when I put this on Instagram?