Dear Wes Lang


You make me yearn for all those old stacks of wire bound notebooks housing my (not so great) teenage sketchings. Or maybe just the time, to sit and sketch until your fingers cramp and you fall fast asleep in the middle of the day to the sounds of whatever awful new band your friend burned on CD for you.

But mostly, you make me sad I don't have something of yours hanging on my wall.



 - WES LANG