Hothead Paisan, Hieronymus Bosch; Your Body and My Felcos

I had an idea over the weekend when I was in the garden, fuming.

When I came back in, I asked my lover Jon to draw the picture and headline in my mind.

He really went to town on the drawing.

The original drawing, the hoodie, the various tshirts. Who knew!

All of a sudden I’m in the T-shirt business. I’m a rag maker; I’m waiting for Anna Wintour to call.

I was going to call our fashion empire “Worn Out Slut,” but that’…