Juxtapouzer.

I got a call from my good friend Jacob in Chicago last night asking if I'd seen the new Juxtapoz Magazine... I had to admit that I don't read it too often these days, so no - I hadn't.  But he fed my vanity and gave me reason to go pick up a copy for myself, and one for my mom.  She gets so proud of me for crap like this.  Anyway, April issue, damn near the last page: my drunken, defeated lookin' face.  Check it out.