Daily Archives: February 17, 2009

Okay, so I’ll admit it.
Last time Jim called me, I let the phone just ring and ring and never got around to returning his call.

I heard the tragic news of Jim’s passing last week,but I don’t think it really sunk in until now. I’ll never drink another warm beer with my man in the morning before Heroes Con. Hell, what’s the point of even going now that I won’t see you wondering around barefoot?

To tell you the truth, I never really seen much of Jim’s artwork. Jim wasn’t all that interested in his own work. He’d much rather talk to you about what you’re doing. Jim was a big supporter and a fan. In a competitive industry built on the bodies of those who got screwed, stabbed in the back and buried in a knobby pine box, Jim was a breath of fresh air. Well, maybe not. He chain smoked like a fiend.

I guess Jim had more demons then I ever knew about.

I sure wish I answered the phone, brother.