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…including her three-year-old nephew Anthony.

The night before they left, Anthony woke up in bed crying. When asked what was bothering him, he pointed to this illustration that our good friend Jocco did of me and KB as Day of the Dead skeletons.

His mother took it down, and Anthony fell back to sleep.

I found it funny because he didn’t seem to have a problem with any of the other framed art hanging in the room, including this other Jocco illustration of notorious serial killers playing Spin the Bottle…

…or this The Little Friends of Printmaking print of an orgy…

…that includes this little guy fucking a human skull.

Skeletons are the scariest,


…for this article in “OC Weekly.”

Two things I know something about,


Old Poop!